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“I love you, Elara. My world begins from here…” he kisses the top of my head and lifts my body easily, setting me down on the counter. “And ends here.” He lifts my leg, removing the pink socks in one swift motion before kissing my toe.

The cold marble kisses my bare skin while his warmth surrounds me completely as he stares at me, with lust swimming in his gaze.

His eyes lock with mine as he kisses my calf, trailing upwards until he stops right between my thighs.

“It could end here too, if you choose to suffocate me with your soft thighs.” He winks and I snort, a low chuckle bubbling in my chest.

Desire coils low in my stomach, sudden and overwhelming. My pussy throbbing, desperate to feel him inside me. I pull off my—his—t-shirt in one swift motion. The fabric falls to the floor, my shorts joining it a second later.

“Did your pussy miss my cock, malyshka?” His hoarse voice makes my breath stall, too stunned to speak, only an awkward laugh rushes past my lips.

His dark eyes drag over every inch of me, heavy with hunger as I peel off the last piece of clothing.

I nod but the answer doesn’t satisfy him.

“Say it.” He orders.

“I missed you—your cock.” I correct, the corner of his lips tipping up.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, and you’ll take it like the good girl you are, yes?” He lifts his brow and my head jerks in a swift nod again.

“Whenever you fuck me raw,” I whisper, “I always take it like a good—”

“Spread your legs and play with your pussy.” His hands leave my waist and glide upward with agonizing slowness.

His touch feels indelible, intoxicating, reverent, sensual in all the ways that make my pulse stutter.

“Touch your clit.” He leans closer, his tongue darting out to lick my cheek. “Touch it.” His voice turning desperate as he repeats. “Play with my pussy.”

He grabs a handful of my breasts in his hands and squeezes the flesh so hard, his grip too firm, I almost mewl and follow his voice.

My fingers gingerly splaying on my throbbing pussy, coating them in my wetness as he gawks at them without blinking.

“Fuck…” he groans so loud, causing me to shiver. “Stroke, baby.” He hums. “Move your hand, faster, faster—”

“Sergei!” I gasp as my fingers rub the small bundle of nerves on his command, his head between my boobs as he peers down to look at my fingers coated with the evidence of my hunger.

“Yes, baby.” He kisses my chest. “Good fucking girl.” He grabs my wrist gently, halting my movements as he lifts my hands, sliding the two fingers inside his mouth.

His eyes on me as he licks them clean. His tongue poking through as he devours my juices with raw need, it darts out to wipe his lips before he works his mouth and spits a mixture of my wetness and his saliva on my breast.

My eyes widen as he leans forward to take the pebbled bud in his mouth and licks, once, twice, and biting the third time, I lose control and fall back on the counter.

My hair almost touching the floor as my head hangs from the counter. “Look at me.” He growls, rough fingers tightening slightly at the back of my neck.

A shiver rolls through me when he leans closer, his breath warm against my lips. Every nerve in my body feels pulled taut, the sting of his bite still lingering as he watches me unravel beneath him.

Our gaze clashes, his hunger with mine, and we burn with the same intensity.

“Hurry.” I pant, unable to take it anymore, my fingers bunching in the fabric of his t-shirt as I try to pull him closer. “I need you.”

The words come out breathless, needy, and the slow smirk that spreads across his face sends a sharp tingle down my spine.

“So impatient.” He mutters, voice low and teasing, his forehead dropping against mine for a second before his hands slide over my waist possessively. “You fall apart so pretty for me.”

I lose his warmth as he takes a step back, his gaze stuck on my exposed core as he grabs his t-shirt and yanks it off in one jerky motion.

My breath catches.