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This is when the fun really begins.
The fabric tightens with a hiss as he attaches me to the thick wooden corner post of the luxurious four-poster bed. Then a devilish smile stretches across his lips.
“Are you ready, my pet?” he growls, tracing a finger between my breasts and giving one nipple a light pinch.
My stomach clenches. “Yes!” I gasp, my back muscles tightening with the pain-laced pleasure.
Maks hums a low note of approval. Then he reaches into the ice bucket and withdraws a cube. Slipping it into his mouth, Maks keeps his silver eyes trained on mine as he slowly dips toward my breasts.
Then he wraps his mouth around one puckered nipple. Frigid cold hardens the taut nub and makes me gasp. It’s a shock to my system, and I squirm as the intensity of the temperature raises goosebumps across my chest.
“Hell in a handbasket!” I gasp, my wrists jerking against their restraints as Maks’s strong hands pin my hips in place.
I can’t move more than a few inches, but the extreme cold makes me quiver with the need for relief.
Moments later, Maks grants it, removing the ice cube from my breast as he slurps it back between his teeth. Cool water trickles down my ribs, and I breathe heavily. Then Maks’s warm, callused palm cups my breast, sending heat radiating into the tortured flesh as he kneads it.
My core tightens at the delicious contrast, and I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as the sharp chill fades away.
Only to be jolted from my stupor as Maks applies the ice cube to my other nipple.
“French!” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
I can’t decide if I like the biting cold, but the promise of relief afterward helps me hold out becausethatfeels amazing.
And when he draws a frozen line down my torso, my nerves start to tingle. He deposits the nearly melted ice cube in my belly button, and I’m shocked at how the frigid temperature radiates through my core.
His eyes find mine, traveling slowly up my body with a hunger that sets my soul ablaze. In his gaze, I can see the promise of ecstasy.
Strong hands grip my hips, and I gasp as he flips me over as if I weigh nothing. Then his knees press between my thighs, spreading my legs so he can find my slick entrance from behind. One hand snakes between my body and the fine cotton sheets, traveling lower until his fingers find my clit.
At the same time, he presses inside me. My body ignites, heat radiating through my core as he satiates an ache I hadn’t known was slowly building. The way he fills me makes my spine tingle.
My clit throbs against his fingers, my arousal so intense that I can’t help but beg for relief.
“You want me to make you come,krasivaya?” he purrs in my ear, his chest pressing me softly into the mattress.
“Please!” I cry, desperately trying to buck beneath him. But I’m so thoroughly restrained that I can’t move an inch.
It doesn’t matter that we left his playroom behind. Maks is just as good at finding props and using his body to stimulate me. I’m practically humming with the need for relief.
He rocks inside me, his thrusts strong and deliberate while his fingers tease my clit, circling it relentlessly. I can feel him swell further, his cock hardening as he reaches the brink of his own release, and I can’t hold on any longer.
“Come for me, Heidi,” he rasps, his voice low and commanding.
I cry out, my hips jerking back into him as my orgasm blasts through me, tightening my core. Maks snarls, thrusting deep as he comes at the same time, pouring his seed into me. We pulse together, the intensity of my release compounded by the deeply satisfying sensation of our simultaneous relief.
Gasping for breath, I slump onto the bed, my muscles relaxing as my ecstasy leaves me weak and exhausted in the best possible way. It never ceases to surprise me how consistently and frequently Maks makes me come. His touch is addictive, and the more he gives me, the deeper I crave it.
Slowly, he eases out of me, then presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. After a moment, he reaches up to release my wrists with a light tug. My arms go limp, and I hum contentedly as the euphoria leaves me with a tingling calm.
I roll onto my side once more, meeting his eyes, and a lazy smile spreads across my lips. He smiles back, slow and sexy as he takes the time to massage my wrists, bringing the circulation back to my hands.
Then, without a word, Maks rises, heading to the ensuite bathroom and donning his boxer briefs along the way. I hear the sink turn on, a toothbrush go to work. And while I would love nothing more than to languish in my bliss, the thought of brushing my teeth is too tempting.
Groaning, I rise from the bed. I collect my dress from the floor, hanging it in the small closet. Then I take my toiletries from my overnight bag and head to the bathroom.
Maks’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I smile, suddenly and inexplicably shy. To mask my insecurity, I turn my attention to my dental hygiene.
