Chapter 33 #2
Picking up a piece of potato, I feed it to her, keeping her mouth busy while my other hand toys with her, teasing her, dragging her right to the edge only to rip it away again.
Her body is ragged with need, every breath uneven, her cunt aching for relief.
When I finally push three fingers inside her, I drive deeper and harder, watching her brows knit and her mouth fall open on sounds she can’t even control.
She’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted, and she’s all mine.
Sliding out of her, I bring my fingertips to her lips. “Taste what I do to you. Feel how drenched you get for me. Every drop is mine.”
She whimpers as she sucks my fingers clean, her irises locked on me the entire time. My hand slides into her hair, gripping tight as I kiss her, tongues tangling in a hungry, messy clash. Then I pull back and push my chair away from the table.
“Get on your knees and suck every inch of my cock.”
Her eyes widen for a heartbeat, that flash of shock making me throb before she rises and slowly sinks to her knees in front of me while I shove her chair out of the way. She waits there as I undo my belt, the clanking of the buckle only making her shudder before I unzip my pants and release myself.
Fisting the crown, I squeeze tight, using my other hand to tug on her hair, dragging her closer. “I want to feel the back of your throat, moya ptichka. Only then will you get your reward.”
Pushing her down my length, I control the pace. When she groans against me, taking me deeper, my head falls back, a rush of pleasure stealing the edges of my thoughts until the whole world blurs.
This is heaven. Or hell. I can’t tell the difference anymore. All I know is when I’m with her, nothing else matters.
My hand tightens around her hair. “Ty menya unichtozhila.” You’ve destroyed me.
She goes harder as soon as I say those words, like she somehow understood them, how deeply I meant them. She takes all of me, inch by inch, right down to my soul, like she’s pulling it out of my body and keeping it for herself.
There’s no me without her. Not anymore.
When she swirls her tongue over the piercing at my tip, I’m lost. With a grunt, I shoot down her throat, grabbing the back of her head and pinning her there as I finish. And watching her gag and her eyes water makes me want to come all over again.
Roughly, I pull her up and bend her over the table, my fingers thrusting inside her, my grip firm on her throat as I lean in close, my mouth at her ear.
“Ot menya nichego ne ostalos. I ya voz’mu ot tebya vsyu.” There’s nothing left of me. And I will take everything from you.
My fingers curl and ram so deep she cries out, spilling all over my hand before I slide out and thrust my cock so roughly the table rattles. I clasp her hair and increase the pace, her body quivering beneath me, her cries echoing.
This feeling, this woman… She’s everything. And I never want it to end.
“Oh God, Aleksei! I’m coming again.”
Her head turns to me, her eyes taking me in while she sucks me dry as I give her all of me. Everything I have belongs to her, and I would kill my own father for this if he were alive. Because no one, and I mean no one, will take her away from me.
With a sharp snap of my hips, I empty inside her, my arm rounding her stomach to keep myself buried. To make sure she doesn’t leak out a drop.
And right here and now, I hope I get her pregnant. Because I want that. Blyat, in some twisted way, I want that with her.
When her body finally stills, her exhales jagged, I press a slow kiss to her shoulder blade.
“I think the whole house heard me,” she says with a breathless laugh.
“Good. Then there will be no question about who you belong to.”
“I don’t—”
“Try it. Try to deny you’re mine and I will fuck you all over again just to prove how wrong you are.” I graze my teeth against her shoulder, and she lets out a soft, helpless sound, pressing her ass into me like she can’t help it.
My palm slaps her hard, and she jolts.
“Give me a minute and I’ll be hard again.”
She pops a brow, her laughter the sweetest medicine. “I wasn’t asking for more.”
My fingers slide into her hair, and I pull her mouth to mine. “Like hell you weren’t.”
I kiss her slowly, letting it all consume me and take me to a place I never thought I would go. When she pulls back, her gaze sinks into mine, undoing me all over again.
“How am I supposed to make it upstairs looking like a lion tore off my clothes?”
I chuckle as I flip her around and tear off her shirt, pulling her shorts down and letting both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Confusion settles in her gaze, but not an ounce of her grows shy.
I like that. A lot.
“How is this helping matters?” Her mouth lifts at the corner.
“You’ll see, my impatient wife.”
My fingers reach for the buttons of my shirt, slowly undoing each one.
She watches every movement, her eyes heavy-lidded, and the longer she looks at me like that, the hungrier I become.
When the shirt is free, I guide her arms through the sleeves and button it just enough to cover her before I zip myself and lift her into my arms.
Together, we make our way up the stairs, climbing until we reach the bedroom. When I lay her down, she gives me a look that says she’s afraid I’m about to walk out, but I know I’m not going anywhere tonight.
I strip off my pants, keeping my boxers on, and grab two T-shirts from the drawer. I pull mine over my head, then help her out of my dress shirt before slipping the soft cotton over her. I regret it the second it’s on. It’s like a crime to hide that much beauty.
“You’re staying?” she asks quietly.
I nod and slide in beside her. “I am.”
Her eyes warm, and something in my chest warms with them. She lets out a sigh and sinks against me, her head resting over my heart.
I hold her close, wishing I could find a way to prove my father wrong. Wishing I could figure out how to stay the man I am and still keep her.