10. Lacey
10
LACEY
My heart flutters as Vadim lowers me onto our bed tenderly before his lips find mine again.
This time, the kiss is different from all our other ones since we parted ways that night.
There's no hesitation, and no guilt.
Instead, there's only that pure devotion that makes my soul ache.
You've given me back something I never thought I'd have. And in the process, gave me something I didn't dare think about having.
Family.
" Zvyozdochka ," he whispers against my mouth, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes at the familiar endearment.
For weeks, I've been terrified that our hateful sex atop the stairs had shattered something precious between us. That the darkness we both invited that night had permanently stained what we share.
But the way he's touching me now, with such reverence and care, tells me I was wrong.
His fingers trail down my neck, ghosting over where the bruises used to be, and instead of flinching, I push eagerly into his touch. He takes his time undressing me. Each button of my blouse is undone with deliberate focus, like I'm something precious.
When my blouse falls open, his hand caresses my stomach where our child is growing. The gesture is so tender it makes my breath catch.
"I've missed you," I whisper, meaning so much more than just the physical distance we've kept.
His gray eyes meet mine, stormy with emotion.
"I'm here now, zvyozdochka . I'm not going anywhere."
The last of my fears melts away as his lips trace down my neck, replacing old memories with new ones. Each touch is a promise, each kiss an absolution. We're finding our way back to each other, stronger for having faced our demons together.
His lips capture mine again as his hands slide up my sides. My breath hitches when his fingers find my bra clasp, deftly undoing it. The lace falls away, and I shiver as the cool air hits my sensitive skin.
Vadim breaks our kiss, and I almost whimper at the loss of contact. But then his mouth starts trailing down my neck, and coherent thought dissolves. Each press of his lips erases the memory of bruises, replacing pain with pleasure. When he reaches my collarbone, his tongue traces the delicate hollow there.
God, how I've missed his touch.
His hands and lips now move with renewed purpose, as if memorizing every inch of me all over again.
His mouth dips lower, and I rise to meet him instinctively. This is a slow and deliberate devotion. The feel of his searing hot lips is a promise—that we're stronger than our demons, that what we share is worth fighting for.
My fingers thread through his hair. Tears prick at my eyes, but they're not from sadness or fear. They're from the overwhelming certainty that this—us—is exactly where I'm meant to be.
His breath ghosts over my right breast and I shiver with anticipation. Even a touch as light as this is setting my nerves on fire. My nipple tightens into a hard peak, aching for his mouth.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for. Just... more. More of his touch and his warmth.
His lips brush against my sensitive skin, so gentle it almost tickles. My back arches involuntarily, seeking more contact. A soft moan escapes me when his tongue finally circles my nipple.
The wet heat of his mouth sends sparks of pleasure straight to my core. My fingers tighten in his hair as he alternates between gentle licks and firm suction. Each pull of his lips makes me gasp and squirm beneath him.
My other breast tingles with neglect until his free hand comes up to cup it, thumb brushing over the left nipple while his tongue laves the right.
Another whimper escapes my lips, and my back rises from the bed to meet him, to give him access to me.
All of me.
These aren't the rough touches from that night on the stairs. This is reverence. My body responds differently too—instead of desperate need, this builds slowly like honey warming in the sun.
His teeth graze my sensitive peak and I cry out softly. He soothes the slight sting with his tongue immediately after. The contrast of sensations makes me tremble.
"Vadim," I breathe, my voice catching as he switches his attention to my other breast. My hands slide up around his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath his shirt as he shifts above me.
His mouth on my right breast leaves me trembling, but I need more contact. My fingers trace down his arms, marveling at how the muscles flex with his movements.
"Please," I gasp, though I'm not even sure what I'm asking for. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues his sweet torment.
"Patience, zvyozdochka ," he murmurs against my skin. "I want to worship you properly."
Slowly, I unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine as his tongue swirls around my sensitive bud. Slowly, I reveal his powerful tattooed body.
My hands roam his newly exposed chest, tracing old scars and the firm planes of muscle.
"I've missed touching you," I whisper, running my palms down his sides. His skin is burning hot under my fingers.
He hums in acknowledgment, the vibration sending new sparks of pleasure through me. Just when I think I can't take any more of his attention on my right breast, he switches to the left.
Cool air kisses my wet skin while his mouth closes around my other peak.
My hands slide up under his shirt to feel his back, relishing the way his muscles ripple as he moves. Every inch of him is strength held in careful check as he moves with my hands to help remove his shirt while his mouth continues to tease.
Vadim lifts his head from my breast, leaving me panting. His lips find mine again in a deep, searching kiss that makes my head spin. I melt into him, moaning, as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
One large hand slides down my stomach, making me shiver. His touch is gentle but insistent as he nudges my thighs apart. I gasp into his mouth when his other hand finds me wet and waiting underneath the thin fabric of my panties.
He swallows my soft moan as he begins massaging me in slow circles. His movements are unhurried and deliberate, and I feel my pleasure building gradually.
My hands clutch at his shoulders as he continues to kiss me deeply while his fingers work their magic. Each stroke sends shuddering waves of warmth through my body.
"I've missed touching you like this," he murmurs against my lips. " Zvyozdochka , you feel perfect."
I can only whimper in response as his fingers continue their sweet torment.
His mouth captures mine again as his fingers maintain their maddening rhythm. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. He understands without words, deepening the kiss as his fingers move with more purpose.
I break our kiss with a gasp. "Please," I whisper against his lips. "Don't tease me like this anymore."
A knowing smirk crosses his face. "Oh zvyozdochka , if you think this is teasing, I haven't even started yet."
But his lips find my neck again, trailing kisses down my throat. Each press of his mouth erases the memories of that night on the stairs, replacing them with tender devotion.
His descent continues, worshipping every inch of exposed skin. He pays special attention to my breasts again, making me shiver and whimper. But he doesn't linger long this time.
When he reaches my stomach, he places the gentlest kiss there, soft and tender. The reverence in that simple gesture brings fresh tears to my eyes. He's acknowledging our child growing within me. The life that we made together
Lower and lower he goes, until his hot breath ghosts over where I need him most. My thighs tremble in anticipation as he hovers there, his gray eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
The first touch of his tongue through the delicate fabric makes me gasp, my back rising off the bed. My hands fist in the sheets as sparks of pleasure ripple through me.
"Look at me, zvyozdochka ," Vadim commands softly.
I lift my head, meeting his eyes. The intensity of his gaze steals my breath.
His lips brush the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me tremble. Each kiss is deliberate. He alternates between my thighs, never quite giving me what I desperately want.
"Vadim, please," I whimper, shifting my hips in silent plea.
He hums against my skin, the vibration making me shiver. "Patience, zvyozdochka ."
His mouth traces the edge of my underwear, making my breath catch. But he still doesn't remove the barrier between us. Instead, he continues his sweet torment with feather-light kisses that drive me wild.
My hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more contact. He responds by pressing me back down with one large hand splayed across my stomach. The gentle restraint only heightens my need.
"You're torturing me," I gasp as he places another kiss dangerously close to where I need him most.
His answering chuckle sends warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. "Not torture, zvyozdochka . Devotion."
My fingers clutch the sheets tighter as he continues his careful worship. Each brush of his lips brings me closer to madness. I squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more.
I shiver as Vadim's fingers slide under the delicate lace. My breath catches as he slowly peels the fabric down my legs with deliberate care. His gray eyes drink me in with an intensity that makes my heart race.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. " Zvyozdochka , you're perfect."
His praise makes me flush as his lips return to my inner thigh, trailing kisses that make me tremble.
"You've always been meant for me," he continues between kisses. "From the first moment I saw you in that dry cleaner's..."
"Stop talking," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. My hips lift in silent plea. "Just... please..."
A knowing smirk crosses his face. "I thought you didn't beg, zvyozdochka ."
His teasing reminder of my earlier stubbornness makes me groan in frustration.
My fingers tighten in his hair as his mouth finally finds me. The first touch of his tongue makes me arch off the bed with a desperate gasp.
"Oh god," I whimper as pleasure floods through me. After weeks without his touch, the sensation is almost overwhelming.
"No God," he murmurs. "Only me."
His large hands slide under me, cupping my ass as he pulls me closer. My thighs tremble as he gently but firmly spreads them wider, opening me up to his devoted attention.
I can't help the soft cries that escape me as he continues his tender worship. My head falls back against the pillow as waves of warmth ripple through my body. Each stroke of his tongue is deliberate and reverent, building my pleasure with exquisite care.
"Vadim," I gasp as his mouth works magic.
My head falls back and I lose myself to the building pleasure. The silk sheets rustle beneath me as I writhe. Vadim's hands tighten their grip, steadying me as his tongue continues to swirl.
Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as pressure builds low in my belly. My thighs begin to shake as that familiar tension coils tighter and tighter.
"I'm going to come," I whimper, my voice catching.
He responds by doubling his efforts, drawing me closer and closer to that blissful edge.
He presses his face closer between my legs, and his tongue circles my clit in one final long drawn-out circle.
And pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, raw and intense.
My body rises off the bed as waves of ecstasy ripple through every nerve. Vadim's strong hands steady my trembling thighs as I lose myself completely in the release.
This isn't just physical pleasure—it's freedom. Freedom from the guilt and hesitation that's plagued us.
His tongue slows but doesn't stop, drinking in my pleasure while he teases out one aftershock after another.
When the tremors fade and my fingers release his hair, he moves up my body. His lips find mine in a deep, searching kiss that makes my head spin. The salty-sweet evidence of my pleasure lingering on his lips and tongue, and it sends me towards the edge again.
A finger slides inside me and I gasp at the stretch, my body still sensitive from my earlier release.
A second finger joins the first, and I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
But it's not enough.
I need more of him.
All of him.
The ache inside me grows with each skilled movement of his hand. My hand finds his and our fingers interlock, palm to palm, as his other hand continues its sweet torment.
He curls his fingers, hitting that spot while his palm presses against my clit. My toes curl and my breath catches.
The sensations of his kiss and his touch quickly build into another crescendo, my body climbing higher and higher with each passing second.
When I shatter a second time, my cry is muffled by his mouth on mine. He swallows my moans as waves of pleasure pulse through me again, each one more intense than the last.
I tremble beneath him, whimpering softly as he slowly pulls back. First his fingers, then his lips.
When I finally open my eyes, still gasping for breath, I catch Vadim rising up back from the edge of the bed. He runs his tongue across his lips slowly as he stares into my eyes.
My gaze drifts lower, noting the dark stain of his own arousal straining against his pants. Heat floods through me at the sight.
Slowly, deliberately, I slide down the bed until my knees hit the floor. My fingers reach for his belt as I look up at him through heavy lashes.
"What are you doing, zvyozdochka? " He asks breathily.
Curling up my lips into a teasing smile, I don't answer as I unzip his pants, keeping my touch light and teasing, to free his cock.
My heart skips when it springs free. No matter how many times I see it, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over just how big it is.
His breath catches when my hands wrap around its thick girth and give it a gentle squeeze until precum coats my fingers.
The power I hold over him in this moment—the knowledge that I can reduce this dangerous man to trembling with need from just my touch—is intoxicating.
"It's like you said." I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly stroke him up and down, watching his jaw clench with restraint. "No God, only you."
His fingers thread through my hair, neither pulling nor pushing, just maintaining contact. The gentleness of it, even now, makes my heart swell.
"If that's the case, then this is my altar," I whisper as I kiss the tip of his cock, and lick away the drop of salty precum from my lips. "And I'm going to worship you properly on my knees."