Page 64 of Gilded in Blood

Each tap sends little sparks of pleasure racing through me. I never knew something so light could feel this intense.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Look at you… already dripping for me.”

He taps the whip against my nipples, once, twice, then leans down and sucks one into his mouth, soothing the sting with his tongue. I arch off the bed with a broken moan.

Then his hand wraps around my throat. Just enough pressure to make my pulse flutter under his palm.

He doesn’t squeeze hard, just holds me there, controlling my breathing as his fingers slide back between my legs and push inside me again.

“Deep breath,” he orders quietly.

I inhale.

He tightens his grip just enough to make it harder to breathe for a few seconds, then loosens it as his fingers curl inside me, stroking that perfect spot.

The mix of restricted breath and overwhelming pleasure makes my head spin in the most addictive way.

He does it again. And again. Each time he restricts my air just enough to heighten every sensation, then releases it right as his thumb circles my clit or his fingers thrust deeper.

My body feels like it’s floating and burning at the same time.

“Ilya—” I gasp when he lets me breathe again, voice shaky.

“Shh. I’ve got you.”

He keeps working me with his fingers and that teasing whip until I’m begging, hips rolling desperately against his hand.

When he finally replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding into me in one slow, deep thrust, I cry out at the stretch.

He fucks me steadily, one hand still on my throat, the other gripping my hip as he drives into me.

Every time he tightens his fingers around my neck, the pleasure spikes. Every time he releases, I gasp and moan louder.

The combination is overwhelming.

I can’t see. I can’t move. I can barely breathe when he wants me to. And it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

He leans down, lips brushing my ear. “Come for me, solnyshko.”

His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing in tight circles while he fucks me harder. The hand on my throat tightens just enough as he pushes me over the edge.

I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me so hard my entire body locks up. I can’t even scream, the sound catches in my throat under his hand as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashes over me.

My walls clamp down around him, pulsing violently as I come harder than I ever have in my life. My vision whites out behind the blindfold. My toes curl. My back arches so hard I think I might break.

He fucks me through it, groaning against my neck as my body milks him, greedy and desperate for every drop.

“Take it,” he growls, voice dark and possessive. “Take every fucking drop. I’m going to fill this tight little womb until you’re dripping with me. Until you’re swollen with my child.”

The filthy words push me even higher, my orgasm crashing harder as he buries himself as deep as he can go.

With a low, guttural sound, he finally lets go of my throat and comes deep inside me, filling me completely.

He stays buried inside me, grinding slowly, making sure every last drop stays where it belongs.

“Mine,” he rasps against my ear. “All fucking mine.”