Chapter 28 #3
“That’s exactly why I need you. To show me how strong our love is. I missed you so much all these days...”
Even if I wanted to resist her, I couldn’t. I never could, and especially not now, when she’s asking me so nicely.
My hands immediately start undoing the dress stained with the blood of our enemies, and I kiss every inch of the skin I reveal.
“They ruined your dress, but I’ll buy you ten more just like it, only so I can tear them apart the way I wanted to from the moment you entered that room and I saw it on you.”
“That’s what you were thinking about in that moment?”
“Always, when it comes to you. Especially in this little dress.”
“That was the plan this morning too, when I put it on.”
I stop with my lips exactly where they had reached between her breasts, now covered only by a simple skin-colored bra. I rise my eyes, a little stunned.
“And what exactly were your intentions this morning?” I ask with interest.
“To tell you that I want us to make this marriage as real as possible. And that I love you too much.”
One more reason to make Oliver suffer, because he destroyed the moment she had planned.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have left at all,” I growl, frustrated.
I move one cup aside and take her breast into my mouth, then continue speaking with my lips pressed to her smooth skin.
“I don’t think you would have managed to speak. I would have picked you up and taken you straight to the bedroom before you got the first word out.”
She laughs softly, but that wonderful sound suddenly turns into a moan torn from heaven when I bite and then suck her nipple. I move to the other breast too, giving both attention with my mouth and with hands that massage and tease.
She loses her fingers in my hair, seeking me. Bringing me closer to her.
Her whole body vibrates with desire, and nothing exists around us anymore except her.
I pay attention to every sigh, every tremor, and I insist wherever I feel she likes it most.
She loves when I bite her, only to lick and suck her breasts afterward, especially her nipples.
Through pain and pleasure, this game brings out her strongest moans.
But when I try to move down between her thighs, she takes my face in her delicate palms and stops me.
“I want you inside me. Now. Please, muzh moy20!”
Yes! She’s ours!
The voices purr like a choir of dark angels who have achieved their purpose.
I growl, starving for a whole lifetime in which I get to hear her call me that.
With a few rushed movements, I strip off my clothes while she gets rid of the bra still hanging from her body, then the tiny slip of underwear.
“Moya prekrasnaya zhena21,” I murmur, slowly lowering myself between her thighs, but not before dragging my tongue once over her wet, sweet pussy, where I could spend my entire existence without feeding on anything else.
She arches beneath me and touches me with need.
The way her fingers dig into my arms, impatient for me to give her what she needs, it makes me drive into her core in one slide.
I sink all the way in, and the sensation is so good it burns away every thought in my head, while my body catches fire against hers.
I need a few moments before I can move again without risking coming too soon.
“It feels so good,” she whispers, seeking my lips, which want her just as badly.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her in Russian.
20Муж мой (ru.) – my husband
21моя прекрасная жена (ru.) – my beautiful wife
I pull out slowly, then back again, finding a controlled rhythm, until her warm body and her louder moans throw me into a vortex full of sensations far too pleasurable. I move inside her like a madman, kissing her or gripping her flesh with a wild need.
I feel her velvet core is getting tighter around me, reminding me, as it does every time, that this woman was made for me.
I’ll wipe from the face of the earth anyone who ever touched her before me.
“You’re gripping me so well! Fuck!” I growl through my teeth, propped on one elbow so I can watch her parted lips, through which she pants harder.
She cries out loudly and throws her head back when a wave of warm wetness floods over me as I thrust powerfully into the center of her desire.
My gaze drops to where our bodies collide faster and faster, and seeing wetness produced by her ejaculation, it sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my whole body.
I feel myself swell even more, and I come hard.
I fill her womb until my cum begins to spill from her when I move again to prolong her aftershocks.
Behind my closed eyes, millions of tiny stars dance to a melody created by her moans, but when I open my eyelids, her face is like a magnificent universe, one I could never tire of seeing.
“Fuck... I love you so damn much!” I say fiercely, pressing my lips to hers, until our teeth touch.
When I find the courage to leave her warmth, some of my cum spills out, but I frown.
Waste.
I gather it with two fingers and push it back into her sensitive pussy, which trembles at my touch.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing when she sees my focused expression.
“Putting the children back.”
Katya is laughing, but I don’t understand why. I’m very serious about this, especially since it’s about our future as a family.
“There,” I declare, satisfied once I’m done, stretching out beside her so I can pull her against my chest.
I kiss her forehead, then her lips again, and breathe more peacefully as my heartbeat calms.
There is silence in my mind, and it is all because of her.
“Tell me about your voices,” she asks softly, with slight hesitation, as if she’s reading my thoughts. “You’ve never told me, but... I know there’s something there.”
It isn’t a subject I normally discuss with anyone. But just as my family knows about the existence of these thoughts, Ekaterina, more than anyone, has the right to ask me that question.
“They’re more like an echo,” I explain, trying to find the right words to describe something that has existed in my head for as long as I can remember. “Thoughts that sometimes become very loud in my mind.”
“Are there moments when you feel like you give in to them completely, or can you control them all the time?”
I smile.
“You will always be safe. Don’t worry. My voices have adored you since the first time I kissed you.”
“And before that?”
That I should fuck you while choking you until I felt your throat crackle beneath my crushing touch.
But of course, I can’t tell her that.
“They wanted you from the beginning,” I answer instead, confessing only half the truth. “We liked the string of pearls you wore at the Christmas party.”
Her sparkling eyes find mine.
“I have them somewhere at home. What will you do if I wear them again?”
If my dark stare doesn’t tell her what the thought of those pearls around her throat does to me, then I’ve officially failed as a dangerous man at my entire profession.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, pulling on them until they break... Either them or you.”
The smile that spreads on her beautiful face confirms what I already know.
She is perfect for me.