34. Vadim
34
VADIM
I stare up at Lacey as I kneel between her legs. Her thighs tremble under my palms as I spread them apart. Her pussy glistens in the dim light, already dripping with arousal for me. Only me. I start with a soft kiss against her inner thigh, then graze my teeth over the delicate flesh.
"Please..." she whispers, hips shifting restlessly.
I smile against her skin and move even slower, savoring each inch. Her scent drives me wild but I maintain control, letting my lips and teeth mark a deliberate path closer to where she wants me most. Her fingers tangle in my hair and try to guide me.
"Vadim..." Her voice catches as I nip particularly close to her center. "Don't tease..."
Her plea only makes me want to draw this out longer. I let my tongue dart out, tasting the skin near her pussy but never quite reaching it. She whimpers, bucking her hips desperately.
"Please, I need you..." The raw need in her voice makes my cock throb. But I won't give in. Not yet.
I continue my torturous path, alternating between kisses and gentle bites along her inner thighs. Her legs shake as I get closer and closer to her pussy before pulling back again. Her fingers tighten in my hair.
"Please..." she begs again, voice breaking. "Please, I can't take it anymore..."
I smile against her thigh, letting my breath ghost over her wet pussy. Her hips buck wildly, seeking contact that I deliberately withhold.
I breathe in deeply, letting her intoxicating scent fill my lungs—that delicate blend of lavender and citrus mixed with the heady aroma of her arousal. My cock throbs painfully at how wet she is, her essence already seeping into the sheets beneath us.
"Look at you, zvyozdochka ," I murmur against her thigh. "You're soaking the bed."
“For you,” she whimpers, her hips rising off the mattress. “It’s all for you. Just please..."
Her words send a surge of possessive desire through me. My fingers find her pussy, gently spreading her lips to expose her completely to my gaze. Her clit is glistening, swollen with need, and I can't resist any longer.
I seal my mouth over her, drinking in her sweetness with a deep groan. Her taste explodes across my tongue—familiar yet somehow always new, always perfect. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I begin to feast.
Her breathy moans fill my ears as I worship between her thighs. Each whimper sends electric thrills down my spine, knowing that I'm the one drawing these sounds from her perfect lips. My fingers dig into her thighs, spreading them wider, giving me deeper access to feast.
I let my hand drift up her body, gathering the pearly drops of my cum that marks her skin. Her back arches as I reach her breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
She's so responsive, so perfect. My fingers find her hardened nipple and I pinch lightly, making her cry out.
"That's it, zvyozdochka ," I growl against her pussy before diving back in. My fingers, now sticky with cum, trace her lips. She opens eagerly, taking them into her hot mouth. The sensation of her tongue swirling around my fingers while I devour her makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
She sucks hard, cleaning every trace of myself from my fingers while her hips buck against my mouth. The sensation of her mouth and clenching pussy drives me wild. I press my tongue deeper, savoring her taste as I let her coat my chin.
I stare up at Lacey from between her trembling thighs. Her amber-flecked eyes lock with mine, dark with desire as she sucks my fingers clean. Her cheeks hollow with each pull of her lips, and the sight makes my cock twitch with renewed vigor.
Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, making strands of blonde hair cling to her neck and temples.
Her delicate fingers weave through my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she pulls me closer against her dripping pussy. The movement sends another flood of her arousal coating my chin. I maintain eye contact, watching her pupils dilate further as my tongue works deeper inside her.
She moans around my fingers. Her thighs quiver against my shoulders as her hips rise to meet my mouth. The way she responds to every flick of my tongue and every kiss of my lips. It drives me wild knowing that only I can make her fall apart like this.
Her pussy clench around my tongue. She's close—I can sense it in the way she tastes. I can feel it in the desperate buck of her hips. Still, she doesn't break our gaze, even as her body trembles on the edge of release.
Her beauty is breathtaking.
Not just the physical perfection of her curves or the way her blonde hair catches the light, but the fierce spirit that burns within her.
My heart swells with pride seeing how far she's come since that first day at Mrs. Klossner's. Back then, she tried so hard to hide her inner fire, to make herself small for a world that never deserved her.
Now that same fire blazes freely, warming everyone around her with its light.
She's transformed from someone who thought she needed to beg for scraps of love into a woman who knows her own worth. A queen who commands respect not through fear like Sayanaa, but through the strength of her convictions and the depth of her compassion.
My cock throbs painfully as I think about how she stood up to Freddy, how she faced down Olga, and how she refused to let Sayanaa break her.
Even now, pregnant with our daughter, she's ready to walk into danger to protect others. The thought of potentially losing her terrifies me more than anything I've ever
“Can you feel it?” she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Can you feel just how wet this pussy is for you?”
I smile against her wet flesh, knowing that no matter how much she begs me to fuck her like a whore, I'll always worship her like the goddess she is. Because that's what she deserves—what she's always deserved, even when the world tried to convince her otherwise.
“I’m going to come for you…” she mews. “Just for you.”
She may want me to dominate her body, but her spirit remains unbreakable. And that makes me love her even more fiercely.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! FUCK!”
I feel her inner walls clench around my tongue as her orgasm hits. Her thighs lock around my head while her back arches off the bed. She releases my fingers with a cry, and I groan against her pussy as I drink in every drop of her essence.
My hand finds her breast, feeling the increased fullness from her pregnancy. I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers as she writhes beneath me, prolonging her pleasure. Her moans seem to echo in our bedroom.
"Vadim..." she pants as the tremors begin to subside. "Please... I can't wait anymore..."
I continue lapping at her sensitive flesh, savoring how she twitches with each pass of my tongue. My fingers knead her breast more firmly, drawing another breathy moan from her perfect lips.
"I need you." she begs again, her voice thick with desire. "I need your cock.”
Her words send a surge of possessive hunger through me. I give her pussy one final kiss before looking up at her flushed face. Her amber-flecked eyes are dark with want as she meets my gaze.
"Please," she whispers again. "Make me come for you again…”
The raw need in her voice matches the ache in my chest. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to claim her completely. To show her with my body what my heart already knows—that she's mine, just as I am completely hers.
“As my queen commands," I growl against her thigh, meaning every word. Because that's what she is—my queen, my salvation, my everything.
I kiss my way up Lacey's perfect body, letting my lips linger over the gentle swell of her stomach where our daughter grows. The thought of her carrying my child fills me with fierce protectiveness and overwhelming love.
My mouth finds her breasts, still marked with traces of my earlier release. The taste of myself mixed with the salt of her skin is like an aphrodisiac. She arches into my touch as I worship her flesh, savoring how pregnancy has made her even more sensitive, more beautiful.
When I finally reach her lips, she kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing as we share the taste of each other's pleasure. Her soft moan vibrates against my mouth, and fills my heart with renewed hunger.
Her delicate fingers wrap around my length, trying to guide me where she wants me. But I resist, pulling back just enough to drink in the sight of her.
"Let me look at you, zvyozdochka ," I murmur against her lips. "I want to remember every detail.”
She whimpers but stills her hand, letting me gaze down at her flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips. Her amber-flecked eyes are dark with desire, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo. The gentle curve of her belly only enhances her beauty.
"You're perfect," I breathe, tracing my fingers along her collarbone. "So incredibly perfect."
I enter Lacey slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Her amber-flecked eyes widen and her lips part in a soft gasp. The warmth of her body welcomes me, and I have to pause to catch my breath at how perfect she feels.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
Her fingernails dig into my back, urging me deeper. "I love you too."
She pulls me closer until there's no space left between us. Her hands drift down to my hips, silently begging me to move faster. But I want to savor this moment, to memorize every sensation.
When I kiss her again, I pour all my fears and hopes into it. Her response tells me she understands—that she shares the same worries about what tomorrow might bring. Her fingers tighten on my skin as if afraid I might disappear.
I break the kiss to look into her eyes, seeing my own emotions reflected there. The love. The fear. The desperate need to hold onto this moment.
"Stay with me," she breathes, and I'm not sure if she means right now or forever.
"Always," I promise, knowing I'll move heaven and earth to keep my word.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer as I continue to move within her. Each thrust is deliberate, measured, as if we have all the time in the world. As if dawn will never come to steal this perfect moment from us.
I lose myself in Lacey's warmth as we move together. The boundaries between our bodies blur until I can no longer tell where I end and she begins. But that's exactly what I want—this perfect unity, this complete surrender to each other.
Her inner walls grip me tightly as I increase my pace. She matches me perfectly, rising to meet each thrust. Her delicate fingers find the back of my neck, pulling me down for another searing kiss.
The way she responds to me, accepts all of me without hesitation or judgment—it still amazes me. She's seen the darkest parts of my soul, witnessed the violence I'm capable of, and yet she doesn't flinch. Instead, she wraps herself around me tighter, as if trying to absorb my darkness into her light.
Before her, I thought I was nothing but a monster wearing an expensive suit. Pyotr's bastard, destined to become just like him. But Lacey broke through every barrier I built. She showed me that I could be more than just the sum of my sins.
Most incredibly, she made me believe I was worthy of love. Not just any love, but her love specifically—that infinite well of goodness that nothing can corrupt. Not Sayanaa's cruelty, not Olga's manipulations, not even my own violent nature has dimmed that light within her.
Her love washes over me like a cleansing tide, making me feel whole in ways I never thought possible. The way she gives herself to me completely, trusting me with not just her body but her heart—it humbles me every time.
Lacey breaks away from my kiss, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"I love you," she cries out with every roll of my hips. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
The raw emotion in her voice makes my heart stutter. My careful rhythm falters as I feel my control beginning to slip.
"I can't... I can't hold back anymore, zvyozdochka ," I groan against her neck.
"Then don't," she gasps, pulling me closer. “Come for me! Please!”
Her inner walls suddenly clamp down around my cock as her orgasm takes her. The sensation of her pussy rippling and clenching around me is exquisite torture. Her body arches beneath me, those perfect breasts pressing against my chest as she shakes. Her amber-flecked eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an exquisite scream of pleasure.
The sensation of her coming undone all around me pushes me over the edge. My second release hits me and I empty myself deep inside her with a guttural groan. Each pulse of my cock draws another tremor from her body as she flutters around me.
"I love you," I manage to gasp between waves of pleasure, barely recognizing my own voice as the tears start clouding my eyes at the thought of what awaits us in Los Angeles. "I love you so much."