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“I won’t need it.”
“I still need to hear it, my queen.”
“Carnation,” I said and kissed him again, exploring his mouth in licks far more possessive than our usual kisses. I wanted him seared into every one of my senses, needed him with a madness I never wanted to cure.
We both groaned when he stroked my slick pussy, his fingers drenched and the friction against my tingling, sensitive skin pushing my need higher. I could barely breathe.
My back slammed into the wall hard enough to rattle the piece of art beside us. The shock of impact and the icy temperature of the wall made me gasp a plea, riding his fingers, desperate for more, harder, faster.
“Don’t tease me, Damien, please.”
He groaned, his eyes slamming shut. Tendons stood out on his flushed neck, and I was momentarily infatuated with the sight of his cock bobbing between us, a drop of liquid sliding down it that made my mouth water. I wanted to taste him but I needed him inside me even more.
“I need to get you ready for me, Vasya,” Damien replied, gravelly and deep. His voice sent a ripple through my inner walls, and I bit my lip before I realised I could be bitinghisand dragged his face closer.
“I’m already ready,” I groaned against his swollen lips when he stroked my clit in firm, euphoric presses. “Please, I need you. But—don’t stop doing that.”
His dark laugh made my whole body hot, my skin ultra sensitive. When his eyes opened, he pinned me with a look so furious with desire, I got butterflies.
“I know that look on your face,” he said, stroking harder until a deep groan tore from my lips. “My beautiful wife is going to come, isn’t she?”
I nodded fast, an orgasm coiling in my lower belly, my clit throbbing frantically against his fingers.
“No,” he said firmly, ripping his fingers from my pussy when I was so,soclose.
I screamed, my back arching off the wall, every muscle tightening inside me in a desperate, furious clench that fuckinghurt.My clit throbbed, denied, my climax so close I could feel it but not reach it.
I gripped the back of my husband’s neck with one hand and dropped the other between our bodies, desperate for that final touch to send me over the edge.
I let out another furious, screaming whine when iron-hard fingers clamped around my wrist before I could touch myself. A vicious near-orgasm shuddered through me when Damien pinned my hand to the wall above my head. There was no relief in the fluttering clench inside me, nothing but enraged denial.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I glared at my husband, still squirming, so needy.
“When you come, it’ll be on my cock, Vasilisa. Your pussy will choke the life out of my dick until neither of us remembers how to breathe. Got it?”
My pussy contracted so strongly I even felt my ass clench. Panting, I whined, “I want to come.”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing my cheek and ignoring my scowl. “Does my wife need to be filled with cock?Thiscock?” He gripped his cock in a fist, precum flowing from the tip and showing how badly he needed me, too.
My hips bucked of their own accord, my breath catching. His words pushed me right back to the edge, a shiver poised over my whole body, and I couldn’t take it.
“Yes!”
“Beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the fragile skin at the edge of my eye at the same time his thumb stroked my wrist, still trapped above me. “I love you like this. So desperate to be stretched around my cock.”
My whole body flashed hot and cold when he pinned me to the wall by the strength of his hips alone and pulled my fingers from the back of his neck, holding them captive against the wall with my other hand. It could have scared me, having my hands bound by strong, unyielding fingers, but it only made need scorch deeper paths through my body. Ferocious desire razed across my boobs until my nipples were sensitive to every brush of his chest on mine, and blazing down my stomach to my pussy until every sensitive part of me spasmed and begged.
“Damien,” I rasped.
He was staring at me, eyes raking my body like I was a work of art he’d never expected to lay eyes on, unable to look away.
“My wife,” he breathed, so quietly but with nothing but possession in his voice.
I parted my lips to lay claim to him too, but he thrust forward and sheathed his hard cock in my pussy, so suddenly and mercilessly that fireworks erupted through every pulsing, squeezing, denied place inside me. Gripping my hip in a fierce hold, fingers pressing into my back and dimpling my flesh, he fucked himself deeper and deeper, until I couldn’t think, until red-hot demand branded every atom of my being.
Three strokes and I came so hard my whole vision blacked out. My head fell onto Damien’s shoulder as short, sharp whimpers tripped off my tongue with every lightning bolt of pleasure, every rush of relief. When my senses returned, I realised I was gasping, “Thank you, thank you.”
