31. Vladimir
Vladimir
The sun is barely starting to rise, casting a soft golden glow through the sheer curtains. The world outside is waking up, but in here, in our bed, everything is still.
Luna is curled up beside me, tangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and even. She’s completely spent, her body soft, warm, and pliant against me. She’s lightly snoring—the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard—her lips slightly parted, her face relaxed in sleep.
I missed her.
Was it barely three days? Yes.
Everywhere I turned, her scent was there, lingering on my pillows, in my clothes, in the damn air I breathed. It drove me insane. I didn’t realize how much I’d gotten used to her presence until she was gone.
My wife is a force of nature, and when she’s not around, it’s like the air is thinner—like I have to work harder just to fucking breathe.
When she showed up at the club last night, looking like a fucking goddess draped in sin, it was a surprise. A pleasant one? Not entirely.
Because while I was thrilled to have her back, I was also fucking livid.
That outfit.
The way she danced.
The way she blew me a fucking kiss in front of my men like she wasn’t asking for punishment.
And oh, did she get it.
I wrecked her.
Hard. Rough. Unforgiving.
And she took it all.
Not just took it—thrived in it.
Begged for more.
And now? She’s passed the fuck out, draped over me like she belongs here.
Which—she does.
But clearly, she enjoyed it, considering we fucked so many times that she passed out.
Her body is utterly spent, her muscles lax, her skin glowing, her breathing even.
I kiss her temple slowly, inhaling deeply, finally feeling like my world has righted itself again.
I missed this.
I missed the way she slept so soundly beside me like she had no doubts that she was safe in my arms.
I missed everything.
And now that she’s home?
I can breathe again.
Will it be like this every time she leaves? Will it feel like a piece of me is missing every time she isn’t near me?
What if she never makes it back?
I shake my head and try to banish those dark thoughts away.
Luna is one of the strongest, if not the strongest, women I know.
She’ll always come back.
My fingers trail lower, brushing over her exposed thigh, feeling the heat of her skin. She shifts slightly in her sleep, a small, contented sigh leaving her lips as she burrows closer.
Fuck.
Even asleep, she’s tempting.
She barely made it to the bed before passing the fuck out, and I refuse to wake her up.
Even if my cock is hard as fucking steel, even if I’m aching to bury myself inside her again?—
She needs sleep.
So I’ll behave.
For now.
I curl up next to my wife and pull her close so I can finally go to sleep.
The first thing I register when I wake up is warmth.
Luna’s body is still pressed against mine, her curves molding perfectly to my side. She’s tucked beneath my arm, her face buried in my chest, her breathing slow and even.
She’s still asleep.
Carefully, I shift out from beneath her, peeling myself away so I don’t wake her up. She stirs for a second, frowning at the loss of warmth, but I smooth my palm down her back, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she sighs and drifts back off.
Perfect.
I take a moment to admire her.
She looks fucking gorgeous like this—bare, relaxed, and completely undone. Her skin is still golden from our time in Bali, and the morning sunlight is filtering through the windows, making her glow.
There are bruises on her hips, faint red marks along her inner thighs, and a small bite mark on her collarbone that makes me proud as fuck.
I did that.
I marked her.
I let my fingers trace down her back, ghosting over her spine, watching how she shivers in her sleep.
So sensitive.
My smirk deepens as I slide lower.
I know she’s sore.
I can tell by her slightly parted legs and unconsciously shifting in her sleep, as she seeks relief from the dull ache.
Slowly, I move down the bed, pressing kisses along her skin. I take my time, savoring her taste, warmth, and soft sighs even in sleep.
By the time I reach her thighs, my cock is already aching.
But this isn’t about me.
This is about her.
I nudge her legs apart gently, watching as she instinctively shifts to accommodate me.
Even asleep, she belongs to me.
I settle between her legs, trailing my lips over the inside of her thigh, taking in the faint bruises left from where I held her too tight.
I press a soft kiss right over one of the marks, then another, until I finally reach my favorite place.
My good little wife took my cock so well last night, and now?
Now, I’m going to make it up to her.
I flatten my tongue and lick a slow, deliberate swipe up her pussy, tasting every last drop of her.
She stirs, a small whimper leaving her lips.
I smirk against her, flicking my tongue over her clit, teasing her awake.
She squirms, her breathing hitching, but she’s still between sleep and awareness.
I keep going, soft and slow, savoring her, easing the soreness with every careful lick, every gentle suck.
Her body is relaxed, but I can feel the tension building.
“Mmm… Vlad…”
There she is.
Luna’s voice is still thick with sleep, raspy and soft, but I don’t stop. I don’t even look up. I devour her, drinking in her gasps, her whimpers, the way her fingers twitch against the sheets.
She shifts again, finally fully waking up, her thighs trying to close around my head, but I grab her hips and pin her in place.
“Good morning, moya Luna,” I murmur against her, my voice thick with hunger.
She groans, her fingers fisting the sheets. “You… are so unfair.”
I chuckle, licking a slow circle around her clit, watching the way her stomach tenses in response.
“I think I’m being quite generous.” I flick my tongue again, enjoying the way her hips jerk.
She tries to glare at me, but her body betrays her when I dip my tongue inside her, making her back arch off the bed.
“Vlad…” she gasps, her voice pleading.
Fuck, I love that sound.
I double down, sucking her clit between my lips, swirling my tongue over it in tight, deliberate circles.
Her thighs quiver against my head.
I can feel her getting close.
She’s soaked, dripping down my chin, her body shaking as she teeters on the edge.
But just when she’s about to fall?
I stop.
She whines, glaring down at me, her chest heaving.
“Are you serious?!” she huffs. “You’re teasing me this early in the morning?”
I smirk, licking my lips. “I want to take my time.”
Luna huffs dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows, her arm thrown over her face.
“Well, at least let me sit on your face and turn the other way so you can let me return the favor if you’re gonna be an asshole about it.”
I laugh, dragging my mouth over her inner thigh, biting down just enough to make her gasp.
“Oh, don’t worry, Lisichka.” I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right. “We’re not leaving this bed until I’ve had my fill.”
Luna gasps, her back arching as my fingers sink deep inside her, curling just right against that sweet spot I know drives her crazy.
Her breathing is ragged, her thighs quivering against my shoulders as I stroke her slowly, drawing out the pleasure inch by inch.
I smirk, watching her squirm beneath me, her lips parted, her skin flushed, her body desperate for more.
"You were saying, Lisichka?" I tease, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh while my fingers continue their torturous rhythm.
Luna lets out a frustrated moan, her hands clutching the sheets like she wants to strangle me and pull me closer at the same time.
“Vlad,” she pants, glaring down at me, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “If you don’t stop teasing me and fucking finish what you started?—”
I cut her off with a sharp thrust, my fingers filling her deep, my thumb circling her clit just enough to make her legs jerk.
She whimpers, her head falling back against the pillows.
"Or what?" I murmur, curling my fingers inside her again, watching the way her entire body trembles in response.
I fucking love this.
Love the way she falls apart for me.
I love how easily I can push her to the edge with my hands, mouth, and voice.
Love how she trusts me enough to lose control.
Luna lets out a soft growl, her nails digging into my forearm, her hips rolling to meet my movements. “I’ll kill you.”
I chuckle, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her hipbone.
"Go ahead, baby." I flick my tongue over her clit, enjoying the way she gasps. "But at least wait until after I make you come."
She bites her lip, her body shuddering as I slide my tongue over her again, sucking her deep into my mouth, my fingers never slowing.
Luna is so close now. The way her thighs clamp around my head, the way her hips rock against my tongue, the way her breathing hitches every time I suck just a little harder.
She’s right there.
So fucking beautiful when she comes undone.
“Vlad, I’m?—”
I don’t let her finish.
I suck her clit between my lips, curling my fingers one last time?—
And she breaks.
Her entire body tenses, her back arching, her thighs shaking as a loud, nearly pornographic moan spills from her lips.
I don’t stop.
Not until she’s whimpering, her body twitching, her hands weakly pushing at my shoulders.
I grin, kissing her thighs and licking my lips.
"That's one."
Luna groans, covering her face with her arm. “You’re going to kill me.”
I crawl up her body, pressing my chest to hers, trapping her underneath me.
"Not yet, Lisichka." I grind my cock against her still-sensitive pussy, feeling her sharp inhale.
She glares at me, but there’s no heat behind it. "You're an asshole."
I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. "And yet, you still married me."
She rolls her eyes. "Regretting it every second."
I grin, trailing my lips down the column of her throat. "Liar."
She shivers, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I shift my hips, letting her feel exactly how hard I am.
She gasps, her fingers tightening on my shoulders.
I groan against her skin. "I need to be inside you right now."
Her legs wrap around me instantly, pulling me closer.
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for, Dracula?" she whispers, voice husky.
I don’t need any more encouragement.
In one smooth motion, I grab her hips and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in her.
We both moan at the same time—her nails digging into my back, my hands gripping her hips with bruising force.
"Yebat‘! I rasp, pressing my forehead against hers. "You feel so fucking perfect, Luna."
She doesn’t respond—not with words.
Instead, she clenches around me, her nails dragging down my spine, her lips parting in a breathless gasp.
I pull back, thrusting deep, setting a slow, punishing rhythm.
Her body wraps around me, taking everything I give her, her gasps turning into needy whimpers.
"More," she breathes. "Vlad, please?—"
I growl, flipping us over so she’s on top, straddling me, her thighs gripping my waist like she was made to sit there.
She looks like a fucking goddess—wild, untamed, drenched in the soft glow of morning light. Her dark curls cascade around her face, her lips kiss-swollen and parted, her golden skin flushed from pleasure.
Mine.
I grip her hips, guiding her movements, watching in awe as she falls apart for me all over again. The way she trembles and gasps my name like it’s the only thing anchoring her to this moment—it’s intoxicating.
She’s everything.
I reach up, gripping her jaw, forcing her gaze to mine as I pull her down into a desperate, bruising kiss. It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, a vow, a fucking devotion poured into every press of my lips against hers.
Because this woman—this fierce, maddening, utterly perfect woman—belongs to me.
And I will never let her go.
The sun is already setting in the sky when I finally wake up again.
Luna is sprawled across me, her head resting on my chest, her leg draped over my waist, still completely naked.
I smirk, running my fingers down her spine, tracing the curve of her ass, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead.
She shifts, mumbling something in her sleep, and I can’t help but chuckle.
I wrecked her last night.
Hell, I wrecked her all morning too.
We should probably get out of bed at some point…
But not yet.
I tuck my arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and close my eyes again.
For now, I want to hold my wife.