11. Vadim
11
VADIM
I throw my head back as Lacey's lips close around me. My fingers tangle in her soft hair, tightening instinctively as pleasure courses through my body. Her delicate hands rise to grip my tensed muscles, pressing against my skin with just enough pressure to drive me wild, and I feel myself trembling under her touch.
" Zvyozdochka ," I breathe. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. I force my eyes open to look down at her, needing to see her. The sight of her nearly undoes me.
My beautiful wife. My redemption. My everything.
She responds by increasing her tempo, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster.
Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making my muscles clench as I fight to maintain control.
My breath comes in ragged gasps. I tighten my grip in her hair, torn between pulling her away and drawing her closer.
I want to maintain control, to be gentle with her. But she clearly wants to make me lose myself completely. My legs tremble as pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm me.
The sight of her like this—so determined, so focused on bringing me pleasure—makes my heart race even faster.
Every touch, every movement brings me closer to the edge. I struggle to hold back, to prolong this exquisite torture. But Lacey's relentless attention makes it nearly impossible to think clearly.
" Zvyozdochka .” My voice is barely audible through my labored breathing. "You're going to be the death of me."
She hums in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my body and I try desperately to cling to some semblance of control.
Little moans and whimpers vibrate around me, each one sends another jolt of pleasure straight through my body. Her breathing grows heavier, more ragged, matching my own desperate pants and groans.
The room is filled with the wet obscene sounds of her mouth as it slurps my cock. Blood pounds at my ears, almost loud enough to drown out everything but her.
She pulls back slightly with a soft pop, letting out a long, drawn-out moan that makes my thighs tremble before she looks up, and takes me deeper.
"Fuck," I curse breathlessly, and what remaining shreds of control threatens to shatter.
Her fingernails scrape lightly against my skin. Every gasp and groan that escapes my lips seems to spur her on, making her movements more determined, more intense.
Her other hand reaches between my thighs, cups my balls, and gives them a gentle squeeze. I try and breathe through it, but I know I'm reaching my end.
"Lacey…" I gasp. But it's useless.
My release hits me like a thunderbolt.
My vision blurs as pleasure courses through my body in waves. My fingers tighten in her hair and I spill down her throat. Each pulse leaves my legs shaking.
Through the haze of my climax, I force my eyes to stay open, needing to see her. Lacey's amber-flecked eyes lock with mine, bright with triumph. She doesn't break our gaze, her throat working steadily, as she swallows every drop loudly for me to hear.
The corners of her eyes crinkle into that smile I've come to love so much. Even with her mouth full of my cock, I can see her victory written across her face. She's won this round, and she knows it.
My beautiful, stubborn wife. Always finding ways to break through my control.
My breathing gradually steadies as the last tremors of pleasure fade. Still, she doesn't release me, continuing to suck gently until I'm completely spent.
Lacey's lips finally release me. She rises on her tiptoes, pressing her soft curves against me as she captures my mouth in a deep kiss. The taste of her pleasure mixes with mine into a heady cocktail that's purely us— salty, sticky, and intoxicating.
My hand cups her face as our tongues dance, memorizing this moment of perfect connection as I savor her tongue, her mouth, her lips.
Delicate fingers find my cock again, fingers wrapping around my sensitive flesh. I gasp into her mouth at the overwhelming sensation, my hips jerking involuntarily. The mix of pleasure and almost-pain makes my head spin, but I don't want her to stop.
She guides me backward until my knees hit the edge of our bed. I let her pull me down onto the mattress, following her lead as she opens herself beneath me.
Her hand never stops its steady stroking, and I feel myself beginning to harden again under her expert touch.
When she breaks our kiss, I open my eyes to find her staring up at me with raw desire burning in those amber-flecked depths. I see my own need reflected back at me in them.
Her lips are swollen and red, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She looks utterly debauched and completely irresistible.
She's never looked more beautiful.
"What are you waiting for?" she whispers, her voice husky with need, as she guides me into her slick entrance.
Her eyes hold mine, darkened with desire yet bright with trust. The intimacy of this moment steals my breath.
I angle my hips forward until her warmth envelops me completely. A soft gasp escapes her lips. Her inner walls flutter and grip around my length as I sink deeper.
The sensation is exquisite torture and I don't want to forget a single second.
I set a measured pace, each thrust slow and deliberate. Her hands trace patterns on my back as I move within her, her touch both soothing and inflaming. The wet heat of her threatens to undo my control.
"More," she whispers against my mouth between kisses. Her legs tighten around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. "Please, Vadim."
But I maintain the unhurried rhythm, wanting to prolong this connection. Each roll of my hips draws a breathy moan from her throat that I catch with mine.
"Faster," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. "PLEASE."
Her words trail off into a whimper as I continue the slow pace. The sweet friction of her walls gripping me with each thrust has my blood boiling with need. Still, I refuse to rush this moment.
The knowledge of our child is growing inside her makes me hesitate to unleash my full passion.
"I won't break," she whispers as if she can read my thoughts, and her eyes find mine. Her fingers trace my jawline with infinite tenderness. "I trust you, Vadim. You won't hurt us."
My heart clenches at her words. After everything—the violence, the darkness, and the pain we've caused each other—she still trusts me with her body, her heart.
"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice rough with restraint.
She answers by rolling her hips up to meet my next thrust, taking me deeper. The sensation nearly shatters my control. " Yes . Please, Vadim!"
Gradually, I start to increase my pace, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But I see only pleasure as her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.
Her legs tighten around my waist as she matches my rhythm. Each thrust draws a soft gasp from her lips that I catch with my own. The way she moves with me, so perfectly in sync, drives me wild.
"Like this?" I growl against her neck.
"Yes," she moans. "Just like that."
She eagerly meets each thrust. The impossible slickness of her walls gripping me threatens to unravel my sanity.
They flutter and pulse around me with every thrust. Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps against my neck as she clings tighter. My name falls from her lips like a prayer, driving me wild with each repetition.
"That's it, zvyozdochka," I encourage, maintaining my measured pace. "Let go for me."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as her release builds. I can feel how close she is, her body trembling beneath mine. The trust in her eyes is undeniable as they lock with mine makes my chest tight with emotion.
"Mine," she whispers against my lips. "Forever."
Her hips rock in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me seeing stars.
My hands grip her waist, feeling the strength in her movements. Each roll of her hips draws me further into sweet oblivion. The flutter of her inner muscles around my length is pure ecstasy.
When she finally comes, she presses against me with a soft cry. The rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles around my length proves too much. My own release follows immediately, intense and overwhelming.
She squeezes around me as I cum, milking me until she's wrung every last drop from me.
Until she knows that I've given her everything I can possibly give.
Until she's claimed me as much as I've claimed her.
I collapse against her, my heart thundering as we both try to catch our breath. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my sweat-slicked skin, soothing and gentle.
Our lips meet in a soft, unhurried kiss. No urgency now, just the pure connection of two souls finding peace in each other, sated and spent.
I gather her closer, savoring the feeling of her curves pressed against me. Her head finds its place on my chest, right above my heart. The gentle puff of her breath against my skin grows steadier as sleep slowly claims her.
My fingers move through her silken hair as she drifts off. The peaceful expression on her face fills me with a profound sense of rightness. This is where we belong.