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Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait too much longer.

Within minutes, he stiffens and his cock swells. “Swallow every last drop, lisichka. Every last fucking one. Fuck. Yes. That’s it.”

His cum spills down my throat, and I have to release his balls to focus on not choking. My throat works hard, but when he finally goes still, I slowly pull away, licking at his softening cock and enjoying the way he shudders.

He pulls my hair, yanking me away from him. “Naughty girl.”

I chuckle, throat raw. “You should have figured that out by now, pet.”

He smirks, hauls me to my feet, scoops me up, and tosses me into his large bed. His new bed. Not even a whiff of smoke.

He must realize the direction of my thoughts because he crawls up the bed between my legs, thrusting them far apart. “Planning on burning this one, lisichka?”

His words are teasing, and the look in his eyes when he takes in how wet I am is ravenous. His tongue peeks out to lick his lower lip.

I laugh, low and raspy. “Not unless you give me a reason. Any more bitches in your bed?”

He throws my legs over his shoulders, keeping them wide. He gives me a sly smile, his breath brushing over my heated skin. “Why don’t you check your cameras and find out?”

Momentarily distracted, jealousy and anger flare, and I glare at him, going up on my elbows. “I’m going to do more than burn the fucking bed if you—Ughhhh.”

The garbled noise replaces any other thoughts as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. It borders on pain, but I love it. I want more.

Weaving my hands through his hair, I yank and pull at the strands with every suction. “Fuck, Ilya, yes, just like that.”

Thank fuck the man I chose knows what to do with his mouth. I’m probably going to be pissed at what that means later, but right now, thank my lucky stars.

He rumbles his pleasure, thrusting two thick fingers inside, stretching and filling me while driving my orgasm higher and higher. Releasing my clit, he wrenches his fingers out of me, and I grunt until he moves to his knees and I realize what’s about to happen.

Oh, yes, please.

My lower half is lifted, my head pressed tight to the pillows as he fucks me with his tongue.

Did I say he’s a fucking genius with his mouth? I’m going to shout it loud enough for the entire fucking estate to hear in a second. My orgasm rises hard and fast, gasps and cries falling from my lips as it crests higher and higher.

“Ilya, fuck, yes. Fuck.” My cries are loud, echoing around the room.

I’m so close. So damn close.

He adjusts his grip, freeing one hand to move around my thigh to my clit. One pinch and I’m done.

I scream as the orgasm slams through me, my body shuddering and shaking with the force. I fight against his grip, but he holds strong, drawing it all out until every last wave is finished. He swallows me down, moaning, prolonging the sensation until I’m sure I’m going to pass out.

God, this man has made me weak. I hate and admire him for it. No one else has managed to do that in a very long time.

Slowly, he pulls away, lapping at me, smirking. Finally, he lowers me to the bed, rubbing his wet mouth and beard along my inner thigh. The room smells of sex, and he quickly moves up, pressing his mouth against mine.

Guess he’s not afraid to taste himself.

When he pulls away, he nips at my lower lip. “I like you here in my bed, lisichka.”

I give him a lazy smile. “Is that your way of saying you want to keep me here for a long time?”

“If I had my way, yes, but we have things to discuss. Plan.”

“Plan, huh?”

Well, I guess we can scratch relaxing and basking in the afterglow off his list of qualities. Really, the man is all business. Not that I’m complaining, but it certainly makes it more of a challenge to get the hell out of here.