Chapter Twenty-Two
Maksim.
She is wet and sticky, but I don’t fucking care. She’s in my arms, and her kisses are ravenous and desperate. My beautiful wife tastes of manic violence and smells like my enemy's blood.
“Cara mia, whose blood?” I ask between open-mouthed kisses.
“Theirs, amore,” she replies breathlessly as we both tug her top off and it falls to the ground with a sopping wet red and black thwop.
My cock grows heavy and fat with the need to both ruin and love her entirely.
I inhale her naked nipple as soon as her bra comes off, and I thank whatever gods are there that the blood didn’t soak through the material.
Sucking her deep into my mouth, I groan at the taste of my ray of violence back on my taste buds.
Her center grinds against my hard length, already writhing for me.
“Maksim!”
“Shhh… let's not waste time. I need you. I need to fuck you while you wear the blood of my enemies. My god, what a fucking woman. Mine. My woman. My wife.” I deposit her on the bed and sink to my knees.
The only person I will ever kneel for is for my wife.
I remove her shoes and her black leggings quickly, moaning when I see her pretty pink pussy already shimmering for me.
I flatten my tongue against her sensitive flesh and lick up from her entrance to her budding clit in one long swipe, putting my hands on her inner thighs and shoving them down to spread her open for my greedy tongue.
Her back arches and her hands find my hair.
“Maksim… Fuck. Fuck, I missed you!” she sobs.
I know my wife is crying, but I need to nourish my soul.
Replenish what’s been taken from me. I savor my wife, every drop she gives me as she bucks against me, grinding her pussy along the thrashes of my tongue.
I should hold her. I should be a good husband and hold her to me and make her feel loved and cherished.
But this primal desire to fill her to the brim with my cum is visceral.
It takes over all other senses. Just a dirty, primal need to fuck up and into my wife.
“Beautiful. So fucking good. Fuck, I love everything that you are. But I love most that you are mine.” I pull away from her sex to lick two of my fingers and shove them into her juicy pussy.
The plump, soft, outer lips stretch and yield to them.
To me. I begin to finger fuck her tight cunt, completely mesmerized by the sight, letting the pads of my fingers dance and tap along the spot that drives her insane.
“Give it to me, Sabrina. Break for me, wife. I need you.”
“Nngh! Fuck!” Hands on either side of my temple, she bows forward.
She gives me what I want. My gorgeous wife shoves her pussy in my face, and I drink the liquid sin she offers until she’s a quivering mess before me.
So beautiful, my wife. My moon, my everything.
Standing to my full height, I remove every article of clothing I have at lightning speed, kneel on the bed, haul her to me by the tops of her thighs, then guide my already weeping tip to her entrance, nudging just barely.
I groan perilously at the momentary delirium her wet heat causes when her pussy clamps around the fattest part of my cock.
“Goddamn it, Sabrina,” I curse as shivers race down my back and hers arches.
I run my large hands through the blood on her too-flat stomach, over her sternum, between the valley of her supple breasts, and then under her back, leaning forward to cradle her close to me.
I need to feel every millimeter of her flesh against mine.
I need to feel her breath on my lips and taste my name on her tongue.
My hips begin to push downward callously in deep, hard, unrelenting thrusts, meeting the upward tilts of her pelvis.
My beautiful wife is already seeking to give me more than I deserve.
Her thighs tremble, but it’s her pussy that sucks me deeper.
I cover her mouth with mine, tasting her and my tears as they mix together.
Our tongues collide, and every moan, every jagged groan, every staggered gasp is a fucking depraved incantation of souls reconverging, and I allow her to swallow my tears.
I allow her to swallow my fear and every vulnerable emotion I have felt being away from her.
I give her mine as she gives me hers. The lewd cacophony is but murmured praises and I love yous and skin slapping against skin, but it’s our song, and it is my favorite.
All too soon she’s clenching around me, and my eyes close at the sensation, snapping them back open so I can watch.
I love her. I love her. I love her. “That’s my wife.
Come for your husband, Sabrina. Give it to me.
” Thrust “Ti amo.” Thrust "I love you.” Thrust. “There you are. Fuck, you are so precious to me.” Thrust “You.” Thrust. “Only you.” Thrust. “Only ever you.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. “Fuck, I’m coming.
I can’t stop it. I missed you. Come for me, Sabrina.
I can’t hold out much longer. You feel too fucking good. ”
“Maksim!” Her back arches further, nipples taut and rubbing against my chest, but my eyes follow her, the bloody sternum that holds my heart, up the column of her throat, her chin, and her pink, parted lips, but when I get to those verdant sea-glass eyes, she’s already watching me.
And I die once again, groaning as more of my cum leaks out around me and I collapse atop my wife.
Without withdrawing from her, I roll us out of the bed and into the bathroom.
She holds onto me like a fucking koala bear, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I turn on the shower, and when the temperature is right, I wash off all of the blood as carefully as I can so as to not agitate her hives, but she’s still sobbing in my arms, not letting go of me.
“Touch me, Maksim. Make it go away.” I sit on the bench in the corner and hold her, letting more of my tears escape me as well until we’re finished.
I turn off the water, dry us, and let her find her footing as I set her down on the floor.
I work quickly to remove the bedding and drag a few of the linens Alice brought in earlier.
We get under the now clean blankets and I let my wife straddle me.
Her kisses once again grow frantic, and I’m back in her fat, slippery pussy, still slick with our cum.
My cock is lovingly being strangled by my wife.
Her breasts bounce with each rise and fall, but her eyes never leave mine, and I don’t want them to.
It’s fast, dirty, raw, and too fucking good.
I flip her over, deliver open-mouth kisses along her spine, then nip her shoulder tattooed with our last name.
Mine. Hers. I then haul her to me so I can feel her against me once more.
Our cum pours out of her, but it does nothing to alleviate this pain in my chest or the need to feel her fall apart all around me.
Her hot, tight, pink, wet flesh clings to my girth, and every punch of my hips has her back arching perfectly.
“That’s it, sposa mia, ho bisogno che tu venga da tuo marito come non hai mai fatto prima.
Come se fosse l'ultima volta.” I need you to fucking come for your husband like you never have before. Like it's the last time.
“Don’t say that!” She screams, but I thrust as deep as I can into her furnace, ready to fucking incinerate. Every drag of my dick is friction-filled, just as every moan of hers is an erotic cacophony.
Her hips push back on my every punch, and I impale her harder, reaching over her hip and down to play with her hot, swollen bud, demanding her orgasm. I grip her golden hair with my free hand and lower my lips to her ear. “I told you before that you will never escape me, my beautiful bride.”
She turns her face, shimmering green eyes burning through my soul. “I love you.”
I kiss her with a surge so animalistic that my hips begin mindlessly pumping harder, almost cruelly, and my fingers rub over her clit while I suck on her tongue. I pull away and spit into her mouth, slapping at her clit.
“Oh, fuck. Again,” she demands, eyes crossing.
I slap her clit, her breast, her cheek, and back, never losing rhythm. “That’s my good girl. Come for your husband so I can give you my cum. That’s what you like, isn’t it? To feel my cock throb in this little pussy of yours?”
“Yes!” she cries in a broken gasp. “Oh, Maksim, Maksim, please—”
“That’s my beautiful wife. Now, Sabrina.” I pinch her clit between two fingers.
She tries to bow forward, but my grip in her hair is too tight.
She isn’t allowed to be away from me. Not right now.
My cock glides through her slippery cunt gripping me tighter, pulsing around me.
Two locked souls with only one destination—heaven or hell.
I groan as she screams, but I swallow it as I come in explosive pulses, jumping off the cliff almost simultaneously.
Before I soften, I flip my wife on her back once more, only to tug her onto me. She lies atop my chest, golden hair splayed behind her, peppering soft kisses all over me.
I run my fingers through her silky strands. “Sabrina.”
“One more moment. Please, Maksim.”
“It isn’t safe. You can’t be here.”
She sits up and looks down at me. “Stop it. If tonight is all I have until they storm through those doors, then I’m taking every moment I can.
The bodies, Maksim. The bodies were everywhere, and they were dragging more of them out, and I couldn’t breathe.
I stayed awake all night with the windows open to suffer with you because I couldn’t imagine sleeping while you were out there fighting for your life.
If you were to freeze, I would freeze with you.
If you die on me, I know my soul will feel the moment you take your last breath.
Every minute without you has been stretched into eternity, and every moment with you seems to be a blink.
It’s fucking with me,” she grits out in a hushed whine as more tears are released.
She appears as manic as I feel when she shoves her damp strands back only for them to curtain forward again and she tugs at them.
I grab her hands and clasp them together in my hold so she can’t hurt herself.
“I’m going fucking crazy without you. I swear it on Charlie; I’ll die before I let them take you from me.
I’m so close to breaking every second that I’m in this fucking manor, so swear it to me again that they’ll never take you from me.
” She shoves her face into my neck then growls like a feral kitten when the collar is in her way.
She grabs at it, as if she could claw it off, then tips her forehead to mine, her soft exhale ghosting across my lips.
“I need to hear it. Swear it, Maksi. Swear it, swear it, swear it.”
It is not the blood of my enemies bleeding all over me. It is my wife's soul.
I take her face in my hands and force her to look at me so I can drown in pools of melted jade for possibly the last time. “They could never take me from you, Sabrina. You were out there with me the entire time, little moonbeam. Even the skies turned pink.”
Her chin trembles as she chokes on another sob and wipes at her pretty eyes. “They’ll never tear us apart, Maksim. That’s what you said to me, right? Heaven or Hell.”
I dip my head to plant another soft kiss on her plush lips. “Never. Believe that. But for now, tell me everything. I have to know what’s coming, and I have to tell you everything I know, too.”
She dips her chin in silent agreement, climbing out of bed to dig something out of the pocket of her bloody pants. I immediately recognize it as Parker’s lucky switchblade. “I think you’re going to need this more than me.”