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“But no sudden movements,” she warned. “I don’t want you pulling your stitches.”
“Yes, my queen,” I demurred. “Although my movements are entirely governed by what you choose to do to me, so—”
I dropped my head back against the arm off the sofa and groaned when she wrapped her hand around my cock, pumping slowly with the perfect fucking pressure. The pain I woke up with cut in half with that single touch.
“Sparrow, go lay down,” she said sternly when the Rottweiler rushed closer, mistaking my cry for one of pain. Sparrow trotted away, more likely to raid the cupboards for treats than to find somewhere to sleep, but as long as Vasya kept touching me, I didn’t care.
“Relax,” she chided me. “I’ll stop if you can’t stay still, I mean it.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, so fucking turned on that it hurt, and reached for her face, skimming her cheekbone with my thumb. I thought it was impossible to fall deeper in love with her but here I was, sinking further.
“I love you,” I rasped, relaxing into the sofa cushions.
“I love you more,” she murmured, brushing kisses along the ridge of my cock, gold-flecked eyes darting up to lock with mine.
I fully intended to argue with her, but she took my cock into her mouth and the suction and heat scrambled any brain power I had left. I groaned loudly, pleasure boiling in my blood and burning away the last vestiges of pain. I knew it would return,but right now euphoria filled me, and I let it erase anything except the scorching touch of my wife’s hands and mouth.
“Oh, fuck, just like that,” I breathed, sliding my fingers into her hair, not guiding her movements, just anchoring myself.Fuck.I tightened all the muscles in my legs when she took me deeper, fighting the instinct to thrust deeper, to sheathe myself in my throat. She’d ordered me not to exert myself, and I knew she was strong-willed enough to stop if I disobeyed. I couldn’t risk that, couldn’t bear even the thought of her stopping now.
My stomach hollowed at the fast bobbing of her head. My eyes fucking crossed when she hollowed her cheeks, strangling my cock in bliss so sharp, so all-consuming that I jolted in her mouth.
“Vasya,” I panted. It was the only word I knew now. I wanted to praise her, wanted to tell her how fucking amazing this felt, but I only had that one word. “Vasya.”
Shivers ran over my skin at the low, pleased sound she made, vibrations fluttering around my cock, dancing over my tip. My breathing cut apart. She loved this, loved having me at her mercy and watching me fall apart. I saw it in the way she peered at me, in the dark light dancing in her eyes.
“Vasya,” I breathed the same way I’d sayfuckoroh, god.
She increased speed, her hands sliding up my thighs and over my stomach and chest, stroking slowly, lightly, a complete contrast to her mouth as she owned me, consumed me. Her hands closed around my throat, thumbs lightly brushing the delicate skin at the front, and I gasped her name when she took me even deeper. Possession and determination blazed from her eyes, and it was enough to send me so far over the edge I feared I’d never come back.
I roared, my voice echoing loudly. My eyes slammed shut, my head thrown back, pleasure like lightning and fire in my blood,catching in every muscle and bone, scorching my skin with every suck and squeeze of Vasilisa’s mouth.
When I was completely wrung out, dazed as fuck, she drew her mouth off me with a slow swirl of her tongue, ripping a last groan from me.
I relaxed into the sofa cushions with a sigh, but everything I’d known about my girl since the moment we met should have taught me not to underestimate her, even in sex.
My whole body locked up, knives of pleasure and sensitivity raking my shaft when Vasya rose above me, pressed a loving kiss to my mouth, and sank down on my cock.
Shit, she really was trying to break me apart.
VASILISA
My chest swelled with satisfaction and dark, simmering pride when I rolled my hips against Damien’s and watched his eyes flare, his mouth open on a moan. His hands fluttered before they landed on my hips. Gripping hard. I’d slept in my dress, which made it far too easy to straddle him and move my underwear to the side, filling myself with my husband’s cock.
I had full dominion over him; I ruled him like the queen I was, and my heart quickened at the acute pleasure on his face, standing out in the tendons of his neck, visible in the tension in his body.
“What did I tell you?” I asked, slowly rolling my hips before I began to ride him, extremely careful of the location of his wounds. No blood had speckled his shirt or the gauze underneath, and that was the only reason I was indulging my own needs. I was so fucking wet; every time his cock had jolted when I sucked him, an answering throb echoed inside me. Hefelt so incredibly good inside me now, satisfying a need that had been roaring at me for days.
“I have no idea,” he groaned, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Goddamn. “Vasya, please.”
“Please stop? Or do you need more?”
“More,” he panted.
“How is the pain?”
“More,” he demanded in a snap, his cock going crazy inside me.
I arched over him to lay a brief kiss on his mouth, and Damien groaned in desperate surrender. His hands sank into my hair as he kissed me hard, every sweep and brush of his tongue speaking of frantic need, every press of his lips a raw plea. I rode him slowly, the angle making my breath hitch. A low moan slipped free, shuddering over his tongue to coax an answering groan from my husband.
