Page 43 of Lethal Saint

His hands tightened on my ass, fingers squeezing, leaving indentations on my skin. My skin would never forget the feel of his hands or the impression his deep, rumbling breath left on my pussy. Oh god, how was that sound so attractive? My pussy squeezed, a shot of pleasure going up my spine until my bones melted.

“That’s it,” Damien groaned against my pussy. “Drip all over your husband’s tongue.”

Fuck. The next spasm of pleasure went deeper. My eyes slammed shut.

I couldn’t hold onto the counter anymore. My hand shot forward, grabbing Damien’s head, ruching the tulle between us. “Oh, god,” I breathed.

“Good, my queen?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my toes curling when his tongue circled my clit, a shudder possessing me at how fucking good it felt. How goodIfelt. I was nothing like the scared girl I’d been four days ago. I was new and fearless, and with every time Damien called me his queen, I grew more powerful.

He groaned, the reverent circling of his tongue changing to rigid flicks, the direct stimulation ripping a deep sound from my chest. I curled my fingers into the skirt, not caring if I ripped the beautiful, very expensive garment right now. I was so wet Ifeltthe arousal drip from me, and heard it in every lick and suck.

I cried out when his lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked hard. “Too much, too much.”

He gentled his suction, somehow grazing his tongue over me at the same time, and the vicious sensation mellowed into bliss. Oh god,yes.A moan rolled off my tongue and Damien answered with a low noise that seared every nerve ending I had.My breathing cut apart, a gasp on the tip of my tongue. My body tensed, tightened, my upper half curving over him.

“Oh, that’s—” A groan stole my words of praise. “Just don’t—don’t stop.”

Damien’s answering growl seemed to promise he would neverdreamof stopping. He gripped my ass harder, every swirl and loving lick driving me higher, like he knew how close I was. It had never felt this good before; I’d never been this worked up. My whole world balanced on a knife edge, and falling off either side would destroy or rebuild me.

“Damien,” I whimpered.

His mouth turned frantic, my desperation contagious. He dragged his lips and tongue over my pussy like he was feral for my taste, never leaving my clit for longer than a second, and my head spun. Heat crawled through me, severe and damning. My toes curled, and when I found them brushing Damien’s back, I pushed my soles against his shoulder, demanding more, deeper, rougher. I didn’t know who this assertive, commanding woman was, but as she burst out of my skin and ordered Damien to devour me faster, I felt no shame.

“Shit,” I gasped, completely out of control, heat coiling in my lower belly. Taut. Dangerous. “I—I—”

Damien exhaled that low, rumbling noise again, like a ferocious beast claiming his mate, and my hips kicked up, pushing my pussy against his divine mouth as that coil of heat broke apart. I came so hard I saw stars.

CHAPTER 16

DAMIEN

I’d never hated a piece of fabric more in my life. I couldn’t watch my girl fall apart, couldn’t watch my wife shatter as she came all over my tongue, and possessiveness growled in my chest. This orgasm was mine. This pussy was mine. And I wanted—needed—to see her face.

I tore my head from under the skirt, replacing my mouth with my fingers and making slow circles on her clit, the pressure hard enough that when I finally got a glimpse of my wife, her mouth was hanging open, her face flushed red, and her eyes rolled back.

“That’s my girl,” I breathed, stealing a kiss from her pink lips and adjusting the angle of my fingers. The high, breathy sound she made went straight to my cock, and my kiss turned feral. Her sweet taste exploded in my senses. I kissed her deep, revelling in the way her hands shot up to clutch me, her tongue flicking over mine, tentative but determined.

“Do you want another?” I asked huskily, not slowing my fingers on her clit.

“What?” Her eyes were glazed, her body limp with pleasure. Fuck, I needed to keep her like this.

“Another orgasm.”

Her mouth popped open. I dove forward again, licking the length of her tongue, surrounding my tastebuds with the sharp sweetness of strawberries.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said with a soft laugh, my lips never far from hers.

“I—I don’t know if I can, Damien.”

“Oh trust me, Vasilisa, you can.” I caught her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling until she shuddered under me, releasing soft whining breaths I wasn’t entirely sure she was aware of. Wetness coated my fingers. My girl liked that. Pride and covetousness filled my chest, a dark thrill in my stomach.

I kept my touches measured, not too fast but nowhere near slow enough for her to catch her breath after her first climax. I watched darkness spill through her gorgeous chocolate eyes, watched her need eclipse every bit of self consciousness. Fuck, she was enough to destroy me.

Her hand shot out, fingernails biting into my forearm. A smug smile curled my lips as I kissed her again, spreading two fingers so I could frame her clit, sliding up and down either side. A guttural sound burst from my wife’s lips.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, my queen?”

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