Chapter Twenty-Six
In which Vadim has enhancements. Oksana approves.
Oksana…
Vadim is beautiful. Like art; a sculpture, or a painting.
His eyes are closed, his eyelashes a thick fan on his cheekbones, even white teeth gritted.
I let myself enjoy the sight for a moment before his eyes open, a blaze of blue, as he lifts me from the bench and up into his arms, striding into the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed, carefully spreading my wet hair over a pillow before he crawls over me. "I've never had sex without a condom," he says.
Understanding what that means, I pull his head down, kissing him.
"I want to feel each one of those bars go inside me.
" He searches my expression, then a slow, vulpine smile spreads across his face as he swoops down for a kiss.
His hands are everywhere, stroking my breasts, squeezing them gently, then almost cruelly and both ways feel so good, sparking nerve endings that seem to travel from my nipple down to my clitoris and my thighs tighten against his hips.
"Such a pretty rose color, your nipples," he praises before sucking one of them - hard - into his mouth, tracing it with his teeth. "Your throbbing clit is next."
"You don't- wait- you don't bite me there, do you?" I wheeze, because his thumb has already found my clitoris and he's pushing it in slow circles.
Vadim lifts his head long enough to meet my gaze. "If I do anything you don't like, anything that scares you, you will tell me. Say it."
"I'll tell you," I promise, though I know being scared won't be enough to ask him to stop. Vadim is by his very nature meant to instill fear, but how I respond to it is not normal, I know it. The fear draws me closer to him, my heart pounding, breaths coming quicker, wanting him. Wanting this.
I loop my arms around his neck and lean up to gently bite his chin. "Take me down with you," I say. "Down into your underworld."
His answering smile isn't quite human. It's too sharp and feral for that but I feel the meaning of it before he says it out loud. "You belong to me now, moy svet, body and soul."
Kissing down my throat and my breasts, his tongue trailing along my stomach, Vadim makes his way along my body.
Impatiently pushing my thighs wider, he spreads my pussy open with his fingers.
His chest swells as he inhales, and I can feel his breath on me.
"Perfect. I thought I was wrong. That you couldn't smell as sweet as I remember, but you do. "
When his mouth lands on my center, it's half a kiss, half a mauling, his lips, teeth and tongue are all involved, and I can feel a low vibration in his chest like he's growling.
His lips fasten against my clit and tug and I shriek.
Again, it's like lightning, searing along my nerves.
My nipples pucker tight and my fingers slide into his dark hair, holding on.
He throws one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other, his forearms wrapping around my thighs and holding me immobile.
I don't think my husband cares if I can take this kind of intensity or not, because he doesn't stop driving his tongue inside me, then lightly biting my lips and circling my clitoris with his tongue before sucking on it again.
This is all for him.
That's the last coherent thought I'm capable of before he sends me into this bone rattling orgasm. That it is for his pleasure more than mine.
"Vadim!" I'm pleading for something. Stop? More? I don't know?
Pulling away with some effort, he glares up at me. His chin is wet from me, my slick is dripping down his neck. "Do you want me to stop?" It takes him effort to ask it. I can tell, and it makes me happy.
"Can I feel you?" I stumble over the words. The pulsing between my legs matches my heartbeat, it makes me shake.
"Do you want me inside you, wife?" He says the words against my pussy. I can feel his lips move before he bites the thin skin of my inner thigh.
"Yes, please?"
Sliding my legs off his shoulders, Vadim snakes up my body, planting his hands on either side of my head on the pillow. "Is that how you ask for what you want?"
"I…" His cock is between us, pressing against my wet center and I can't think, I'm too aware of it pulsing, throbbing with wanting to be inside me. Why is he doing this?
"Tell me what you want." His diabolical whisper sends goosebumps across my skin.
"Your cock." I lick my lips, trying to make a coherent sentence. "Can I- oh…"
Vadim's hips roll and thrust, sliding his cock between my lips, bumping my clitoris with the metal piercings.
"Please." I'm whining. I know it, I can't stop it though. "Please put your cock inside me, I want to feel all of you."
"I would give my sweet wife anything," he says, and his hips push forward, notching the head of his cock inside me as his hands cup my face gently, mindful of the bruise on my cheekbone from Rossi's punch, his eyes never leave mine.
My breath hitches as he slowly pushes into me, opening me wide, filling me so full that it's hard to imagine there's room for anything else but him.
The piercings are their own kind of invasion, hard metal rubbing against delicate nerve endings, sparking them alight like a lit match.
They slide and bump, stroking me while his cock stretches me.
"Stol' divnaya, stol' sovershennaya, sladkaya lyubov', so exquisite, so perfect, my light," he says hoarsely, kissing me.
His biceps tense as he forces himself to keep at a slow pace and I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him.
My thighs are strong from years of riding horses and he lets out a grunt, driving in the last few inches of his cock.
Both of us are rigid, barely breathing, our muscles taut as I struggle to fit him inside me.
Vadim waits, his lips pressed against my cheek until I let out a long sigh, rotating my hips and he moves again.
He's slow, at the start, watching me, what angle makes me sigh, what kind of thrust makes me dig my nails into his skin and when he puts my leg over his shoulder, it all changes again.
Hard fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as he slams his cock inside me, moving faster.
For a man who rarely speaks, the words pour from Vadim now, his deep, sonorous voice whispers how pretty I am, so sweet, so dirty. That I take him perfectly, how he'll split me in half.
I could have never imagined this, my dark lord inside me, his weight, the searing path his cock takes, driving hard, splitting me open and making me scream and then laugh wildly.
All the driving energy inside me comes together, cycling through my center and when I come, it feels violent, sweeping up my sanity and taking it away in the rush of pleasure that turns my bones to liquid.
Vadim grits his teeth, tendons standing out on his neck as his cock swells, and the explosion of heat and wet fills me, his piercings pushing hard, branding me inside as his.
"Mine forever now, sweet wife."
I laugh, breathless and giddy. "I've always been yours."
He's still for a moment, then he wraps his arms around me, tightly. So tight I can hardly breathe, but I don't mind.