Page 49 of Lethal Saint

“You’re teasing again,” she complained, holding the condom wrapper to me.

I groaned. Loudly. “You are so dangerous to me,” I breathed, kissing her hard before I ripped myself away. I tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down my cock with impatient fingers.

Slow,I snarled at myself.Careful.

But she’d made me into a wild creature, a red haze of need falling over me. “Remember what I said,” I rasped. “If it hurts, take your pain out on me.”

“I don’t care if it hurts, I just need you.”

“Fuck.” I dragged my tip through her slick pussy again, pausing at her entrance. “I don’t think I’ll last.”

She threw me a wild, frantic look. “I don’t care. Please, Damien, I need you.”

My whole body shuddered. She needed me.

“Hold onto me,” I rasped, nudging the tip of my cock inside her, knowing it must be uncomfortable but pushing against the tight resistance until her pussy sucked me inside.

“Stop telling me what to do,” she grunted. “I make the rules.”

My balls tightened. Fuck, no. Not yet. I wasn’t a fucking teenager, and I wasn’t going to cum on the first damned stroke. God, Vasilisa was the virgin but I was acting more inexperienced than her.

“My queen,” I panted, withdrawing an inch and easing deeper, pausing to allow her to stretch before I repeated the move. I froze when she threw her head back and moaned.

“Do that again,” she said in a rush. “What you just did. Do that again.”

I curled my hands around her waist, my palms fitting fucking perfectly, and slid out, thrusting back in, hitting deeper than before.

“Shit,” she gasped.

“Does it hurt?”

“Hurts, feels amazing, keep going.”

Who was I to argue with that? I fucked my wife slowly, gaining an inch with every thrust until I was surrounded by wet, sucking heat. My eyes crossed, but I clenched my jaw, fighting back my release.

“Good?” she breathed.

I nodded and snared her mouth in a greedy kiss, wild and unrefined. Her fingers sank into my hair and any hesitation she showed earlier was obliterated when she thrust her tongue into my mouth and kissed me like she was starving for my taste. Imoaned, rolling my hips to meet hers, the feel of her so good that everything else disappeared. The whole fucking world vanished; she was all that existed.

“Vasya,” I moaned, the next stroke making my eyes slam shut. Oh shit. Too good. Too fucking good. “I need to stop for a moment.”

Her response was a loud whining complaint, and her legs locking around me. Jesus. Fuck.

“I’m gonna come, my queen, you feel incredible and I’m too close.”

She wrapped her arms around me, too, not letting me retreat. Goosebumps rushed down my legs, concentrated where her thighs gripped me.

“God, fuck, okay,” I choked out, heat boiling up in my groin, pleasure making my thrusts uneven. “Rub your clit, Vasya. Make yourself come with me. Please.”

And now I was begging. Desperate. Reduced to frantic need as I served my queen. As she ruined me.

I grunted when her hand shot between us, making her pussy tighten around me, stroking me so good it was torture. It took effort not to drive harder, rougher. This was her first time, and she might have handled it beautifully, might have bloomed under the pleasure, but there was still blood on my cock and I wasn’t going to fuck her like a man possessed her first time.

Her stare caught me, held me captive, and pleasure shot down my spine. Oh, shit, I couldn’t hold it back any more. That look in her eyes—dark, smoky, possessive…

“Say it,” I rasped. Begged. “Whatever you’re thinking, say it. Please.”

“Mine,” she breathed, her fingers blurring on her clit, her pussy fluttering around my length. “You’re mine, Saint.”

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