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  Vanessa’s POV 
  "I want all of you, Alexander. Don't hold back," I whisper urgently, my voice laced with desire. In that split second of hesitation, he moistens his lips, his gaze darkening with unrestrained hunger.
  Tension crackles in the air as he moves with determined fervor. Gripping me by the ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. My heart races as he leans down, his mouth claiming me with an intense, greedy hunger.
  The sensation is electrifying, his hot breath on my skin causing me to shiver. With a primal snarl, he sinks his teeth into my flesh, a victorious, primitive sound echoing through the room like a lion savoring its prey.
  Replacing his teeth with his hand, he delivers a stinging slap where his mouth just was, making me jump and yelp in a mix of surprise and pleasure. The sharp pain melds with desire, sending a jolt of thrilling pleasure through me.
  He begins speaking to me in Russian, his words harsh and guttural, spoken through clenched teeth. The raw intensity of his voice and the foreign language dripping with passion send a wave of heat through me that I can barely contain.
  Every syllable, every touch, ignites a fire within me. His unrestrained actions, his dominant control, leave me breathless and craving more. His primal need consumes me entirely, awakening a passion I've never experienced before.
  Flipping me onto my back, he removes my bra and flings it aside before capturing my lips in a deep, bruising kiss. His breathing is ragged, his trembling hands revealing the thin thread of self-control barely containing his primal urge.
  The realization that this formidable man can also be tender and sweet nearly brings tears to my eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him back fervently, my fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer.
  He bites my earlobe, then my neck, and down to my shoulder. Each nip sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I laugh breathlessly, consumed by desire.
  Continuing his descent, he kisses and nibbles his way down my body. His hands are rough, greedy, claiming my flesh with possessive urgency. He grasps my breasts, my hips, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His mouth follows, devouring me with a hunger that matches my own.
  Every touch, every kiss, speaks volumes of the raw, unbridled passion simmering between us. His intensity, his unyielding desire to possess me, makes me feel cherished and wanted in a way I've never known.
  In that moment, nothing else matters but the two of us, lost in the fire of our love.
  When he bites my inner thigh, I moan involuntarily. He freezes, concern darkening his eyes. "Too much?"
  "God, no. Don't stop," I plead.
  A primal hunger flashes in his eyes as he moves to my other thigh, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. I arch my back, waves of pleasure coursing through me, craving his demanding touch elsewhere.
  As if reading my mind, he moves lower, taking my clitoris into his mouth. The shock of pleasure rips through me, a sound of delirious pleasure escaping my lips, unlike anything I've ever experienced.
  Flattening his hand over my belly, he pins me down as he continues to ravish me. His tongue and lips work with precision, driving me to moan and writhe, my legs spread wide. I rock my hips against him, eagerly seeking more of the intense pleasure he's giving me.
  When he slides two fingers inside me, I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation. Scraping his teeth against my clit, he pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me trembling and breathless, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.
  My orgasm hits violently, an explosion of pleasure that has me shuddering and screaming his name, my body surrendering completely to him.
  Undeterred, he rips open his jeans' fly, fumbling urgently. With a growl, he surges forward onto one hand, the other guiding his thick, ready erection deep inside me.
  We groan together as he fills me, stretching me open around him. The overwhelming sensation, a blend of pleasure and pressure, drives me to claw my fingernails into his back, marking his flesh.
  His voice is low and ragged, thick with raw desire. "Yes, baby. Give me your marks too."