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A steel door in his mind closed shut. It was a familiar door, the one he’d used to compartmentalize when he’d been held prisoner by Vadim.
He was free, but he’d found his life was simpler when it remained closed.
He let his hands slide around Kira’s belly and up to her breasts.
“What are you doing, my love?” Kira asked.
“I’m trying to turn on my wife,” Lyon said, cupping her breasts. His cock was rigid against her ass.
“I think you’re trying to avoid the question,” she said gently.
“Not at all,” he said. “I’m just a man who wants to fuck his beautiful wife.”
It was a lie of course. He didn’t want to talk about his imprisonment and torture.
Didn’t want to relive it.
The possibility caused a mild panic to run through his veins, a less intense version than the one he felt when he woke up at night, gasping and sweating, trying not to wake Kira.
And what was the point? He’d survived. He was here, with his wife and their unborn child, the future a banner of promise unfurled before them.
She sighed. “I’m not going to say that doesn’t feel good.”
He wasn’t fooled. His wife had a will of iron. She wouldn’t be so easily distracted — not even by the promise of sex, as much as she loved it — if she’d been determined to get him to talk.
She was giving him another reprieve.
“Then just let it feel good,” he murmured, sliding his hands lower in the bath water.
“I know what you’re doing,” she said, tipping her head back against his shoulder.
“Trying to satisfy my insatiable wife?”
She laughed softly. “It’s not her fault. She has a very sexy husband.”
“Does she?” Lyon asked, his hands sliding between her thighs.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said, her breath turning shallow. “He’s very good with his hands.”
“Is that so?”
“And his mouth,” she continued. “And his cock.”
He fucking loved it when she talked dirty, the words spilling from her pretty mouth.
She moaned as he stroked her clit lazily with two of his fingers.
His cock, nestled against her pillowy ass, grew harder, and he slid his fingers through her folds until he found her opening, slick and hot.
“You’re always so wet, malen'kiy sokol.” He slipped two of his fingers inside her tight channel.
She gasped as he finger-fucked her, brushing his thumb over her clit in circles while she moved her hips in time to his rhythm, her breath hitching as she reached for release.
The friction of her ass against his cock had him close too. He knew what it would feel like to slide into her, to be caressed by her heat.
He closed his teeth on her soapy shoulder and bit down, then turned his head to murmur in her ear. “Come for me so I can fuck you, wife.”
She cried out, the sound echoing off the tile in the bathroom, her channel tightening around his fingers as her body shook with the tremors rolling through it.
