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“Yes!” she gasped. “Just like that.”
I loved it when she lost herself to her own pleasure like this—like she couldn’t live without me. I positioned myself between her legs and knelt down. Her legs parted further and her intoxicating scent tumbled forth, beckoning me to lap up every drop of her nectar. I kissed my way down the length of her thigh while my hand cupped her ass, squeezing as I gripped the full cheeks.
Her breath quickened above me. Then, in a single fluid motion, I pulled her to me and pressed my tongue against her wet, throbbing slit. She couldn’t hold back her moan anymore and her fingers laced in my hair.
“Yes!” she panted, urging me on. “Just like that!”
I growled deep in my throat and swirled my tongue against her sensitive nub before slipping it past her delicate folds. She rode my face like I might pull away at any moment. My hands moved up to cup her breasts, and I squeezed them possessively as her thighs clenched around my head.
The first shudder came quickly, far quicker than I had expected. The second one followed soon after. By the time the third came, a loud wail burst forth from her beautiful throat. She arched up off the bed before she collapsed back, panting harshly as I kissed along her thigh
“Good girl,” I murmured as I straightened, looking down at the beautiful mess I had created.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her body flushed with pink, and she looked thoroughly fucked even though I hadn’t even begun. I pushed her knees apart, taking my cock in my hand to tease at the wet, inviting entrance.
“Tell me that you are mine,” I growled.
Elia’s eyes opened and she looked at me. “No.”
That single word splashed me like a bucket of ice. I knew why she couldn’t say it. She didn’t trust me and I didn’t trust her. What a fucked-up marriage we were in.
“Tell me, Elia.”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head, fanning her hair out on the comforter like an ink blot.
“I won’t give you what you want,” I told her as I stroked my cock lightly, my body taut with need. “Until you tell me you are mine.”
She stared back at me, but from where I was, it looked more like a glare.
I couldn’t step away from her, not with her like this. There was nothing else between us except this. I could almost believe that we were going to be together regardless of what others thought.
“Then tell me you want me,” I said instead.
Her eyes glazed over with heated intensity. “I do. I want you more than anything else.”
That was enough for me right now. I pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and teased her open with my cock.
“One day,” I told her, my own chest heaving as I pressed myself slowly into her, enough so that she could feel every painstaking inch as she squirmed underneath. “You will tell me that you are mine.”
She tried to reach for me, but I took her arms and pinned them above her head against the bed as I sheathed the head of my cock inside her. Her hips rose up to meet me, urging me to move, but I remained still.
“Tell me there will come a day,” I said.
“One day.” Her lips parted and she arched her hips upward, seating me even deeper. “But not today.”
I took her mouth as I buried myself to the hilt inside her, feeling her convulse around my cock. She returned my thrust with an aggressive thrust of her own. When I tried to pull away from the kiss, her teeth grazed my tongue, urging me to stay.
I continued to hold her wrists so that she couldn’t touch me. We were fighting for control. I could feel it. Both of us were focused on making sure the other suffered in the most pleasurable way possible. My free hand roamed everywhere, tweaking her nipples and cupping her breasts as I pounded into her. She squeezed her wet walls around me in rhythm to every thrust as a familiar tension drew back between us.
Slowly, I felt her motions grow more erratic. Her breath quickened, and her face reddened in the attempt. Her attempt to control me was slipping, and I was on the verge of winning this.
“Aleksey!” she gasped as a delicious tremor hugged my cock, and the warmth of her release coated my length.
“That’s it,” I said, continuing my thrusts. “Come for me, Elia. Come for your husband.”
She cried out, fighting my hold on her wrists, but I held her in place, picking up my thrusts. I was teetering on the edge myself, but I wanted to see Elia wrung out before me. I wanted her to fall apart under my touch, my body. I wanted her to be a helpless mess of pleasure.
To remember this and forget everything else.
