I don’t have enough time to process what’s happening when he starts to rip off my clothes, letting them fall at my feet.
My pulse races, my core throbs, and my body fully melts against his. “Leo.” I rasp his name breathlessly, and he claims my mouth again.
His hand slides between my thighs, and I spread my legs to give him more access, my clitoris pulsing as he rips my panties to shreds.
A wicked smirk plays on his lips when he feels the wetness between my legs.
I flush from how little control I have over myself when I’m with this man.
“You drive me insane, ptichka,” he purrs against my lips, his breath hot and uneven. He presses his thumb firmly against my clit, sending a jolt straight down my spine. “This will be your punishment.”
I cry from pleasure, my stomach fluttering with anticipation as he drops to his knees in front of me. The sudden shift leaves me breathless, watching through a haze of desire as he buries his head between my thighs.
Pushing a finger inside me, he presses his tongue firmly to my clit, circling the hypersensitive peak with a torturous deliberation that matches the pump of his finger inside of me.
Pleasure explodes through my entire body. I clutch his hair for dear life. “God,” I cry out, throwing my head back.
“God isn’t here, baby.” He pushes another finger deep inside me, curling it until I feel him hit my most sensitive spot each time he slides it in and out. “But I am. And you’re only allowed to say my name.”
Fuck.
The roughness of his voice ripples through my body like an electric current, so intense that it draws his name straight from my lips. “Leonid.”
I feel the sharp, wicked curl of his grin against my inner thigh. “Good girl.”
Pulling out his finger, he replaces it with his tongue and begins to fuck me with it. Every inch of my body is cocooned in pleasure. The feeling is so strong that my eyes roll to the back of my head and I feel like I’m floating, weightless, high above the sky.
He increases the pace, driving me over the edge, and I completely drown in the sensation of him making love to me with his fingers and tongue, shattered by the rhythm he sets.
This feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My hips arch as the tension finally snaps, sending convulsive waves of climax crashing through my entire body. I sob his name into the night wind, completely helpless as the ripples of pleasure tear through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
Before the aftershock of my orgasm fades, Leonid’s hands are on my waist. He bends me over the railing and my skin tingles as he hooks his fingers into my hips and positions me on my stomach.
Then he slaps my ass.
I moan, pain and pleasure surging through me in equal measure.
“Next time you disobey me, I won’t stop at spanking you just once,” he warns, his voice so deep and husky that I drink it in like sin.
I’m still trembling with the residual heat of my orgasm when I feel the warm tip of his erection pressing against my entrance from behind.
He doesn’t wait. He positions himself and slides inside me in one deep thrust.
The fullness of him stretches me completely, pulling a ragged gasp from my throat. He pins me in place as he claimsme, the friction of him driving in and out of me instantly igniting a fresh, desperate wildfire in my veins.
I clench the edge of the railing, moving in perfect, helpless sync with his brutal thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groans behind me, his fingers sinking deeper into my flesh to anchor me in place. “You’re so sweet, baby. So delicious. So tight and perfect.”
He grips my hips tighter, his pace turning punishingly fast as the heat between us builds to a fever pitch. Every deep, driving thrust shatters whatever control I have left, the friction rubbing against my clit until the tension coils tight and unbearable once more.
“Leonid,” I sob, my knuckles whitening around the railing as I try to match his frantic rhythm.
“That’s it, ptichka,” he growls, his chest slamming against my back with every possessive strike. “You’re mine. All mine. And I’m all yours. You own me, ptichka.”
