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Stifling another groan, I manage to say, "Even if you could, I would want your mouth on me. But no. Sucking me won't hurt them."

Her eyes light up again. A clear gray color that shows she's happy, and her gaze holds mine for a moment before she dips her head and swallows, sucking me into her hot mouth. Those plush lips tighten around me as she feels each bump of my piercings before she surges forward, pushing my cock against the back of her throat, coughing. I try to pull back, and her hand around the base of my dick squeezes harder as her other hand slides around to my ass and holds me there.

Breathing through her nose, she tries again, pulling away until just the tip is between her lips, then back in again, a little harder. Gaining confidence, she moves faster, her tongue stroking me. My balls are drawn up so fucking tight, she has to stop before I choke her with my come.

"Oksana," I say harshly. I pull free, trying to control myself. "I'm too close."

"I had a dream about that," she smiles. There's a sly tinge to it now. "I don't know if you were watching that dream or not, but I want you to come." My cock is back inside her fiery mouth. Her hand tight against my ass and pulling me closer, taking my cock further into her mouth. She moans, surprised, as the tip pushes down her throat and the vibration is too much. My head drops back.

"Fuck!" I roar at the ceiling as I feel her throat muscles tighten around me as I spurt. She swallows me.

Her throat grips me as my vision whites out. There's nothing but the warm water streaming down us and the feel of her throat pulsing against my cock.

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Moy svet – a Russian endearment meaning my light

Chapter Twenty-Six

In which Vadim has enhancements. Oksana approves.

Oksana…

Vadim is beautiful. Like art; a sculpture, or a painting. His eyes are closed, his eyelashes a thick fan on his cheekbones, even white teeth gritted. I let myself enjoy the sight for a moment before his eyes open, a blaze of blue, as he lifts me from the bench and up into his arms, striding into the bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed, carefully spreading my wet hair over a pillow before he crawls over me. "I've never had sex without a condom," he says.

Understanding what that means, I pull his head down, kissing him. "I want to feel each one of those bars go inside me." He searches my expression, then a slow, vulpine smile spreads across his face as he swoops down for a kiss. His hands are everywhere, stroking my breasts, squeezing them gently, then almost cruelly and both ways feel so good, sparking nerve endings that seem to travel from my nipple down to my clitoris and my thighs tighten against his hips.

"Such a pretty rose color, your nipples," he praises before sucking one of them - hard - into his mouth, tracing it with his teeth. "Your throbbing clit is next."

"You don't- wait- you don't bite me there, do you?" I wheeze, because his thumb has already found my clitoris and he's pushing it in slow circles.

Vadim lifts his head long enough to meet my gaze. "If I do anything you don't like, anything that scares you, you will tell me. Say it."

"I'll tell you," I promise, though I know being scared won't be enough to ask him to stop. Vadim is by his very nature meant to instill fear, but how I respond to it is not normal, I know it. The fear draws me closer to him, my heart pounding, breaths coming quicker, wanting him. Wanting this.

I loop my arms around his neck and lean up to gently bite his chin. "Take me down with you," I say. "Down into your underworld."

His answering smile isn't quite human. It's too sharp and feral for that but I feel the meaning of it before he says it out loud. "You belong to me now, moy svet, body and soul."

Kissing down my throat and my breasts, his tongue trailing along my stomach, Vadim makes his way along my body. Impatiently pushing my thighs wider, he spreads my pussy open with his fingers. His chest swells as he inhales, and I can feel his breath on me. "Perfect. I thought I was wrong. That you couldn't smell as sweet as I remember, but you do."

When his mouth lands on my center, it's half a kiss, half a mauling, his lips, teeth and tongue are all involved, and I can feel a low vibration in his chest like he's growling. His lips fasten against my clit and tug and I shriek. Again, it's like lightning, searing along my nerves. My nipples pucker tight and my fingers slide into his dark hair, holding on.

He throws one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other, his forearms wrapping around my thighs and holding me immobile. I don't think my husband cares if I can take this kind of intensity or not, because he doesn't stop driving his tongue inside me, then lightly biting my lips and circling my clitoris with his tongue before sucking on it again.

This is all for him.

That's the last coherent thought I'm capable of before he sends me into this bone rattling orgasm. That it is for his pleasure more than mine.

"Vadim!" I'm pleading for something. Stop? More? I don't know?

Pulling away with some effort, he glares up at me. His chin is wet from me, my slick is dripping down his neck. "Do you want me to stop?" It takes him effort to ask it. I can tell, and it makes me happy.

"Can I feel you?" I stumble over the words. The pulsing between my legs matches my heartbeat, it makes me shake.

"Do you want me inside you, wife?" He says the words against my pussy. I can feel his lips move before he bites the thin skin of my inner thigh.