Page 47 of Lethal Saint

“Take off your bra for me. Let me see my wife’s beautiful tits.”

Her face flushed deep pink, the colour travelling down her chest. She rose off the cushions and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra in an enviable quick time. I climbed onto the bed, gripping my aching cock, wanting to look at every part of her at once.

“You are fucking stunning,” I said, sliding a hand up her leg and thrilled by the sudden goosebumps that met my fingertips. “Every single part of you is beautiful.”

I could see her struggling to believe me, but that was okay. I’d spend the rest of my life convincing her. I was never letting her go. Fuck marrying her to keep her safe and giving her the option of divorce. I was never letting her go. And unless I was very badly mistaken, she didn’t want me to.

Vasilisa’s eyes darted from my face to my cock, following the slow stroke I made up and down. Her fingers curled into the duvet on either side of her, like she was holding herself back from touching me.

“It’s yours,” I breathed, kneeling between her thighs, her pussy so close its heat graced my hand, offered like a gift instead of stolen from her. “This cock. It’s all yours, Vasya.”

She shuddered when I glided my other hand up her thigh. “Mine?”

“Yours. So if you want to touch it, there’s nothing stopping you.”

Her throat bobbed when I released my cock, leaving it there for her taking. “I don’t know how. My training didn’t—I wasn’t supposed to be active—”

“Eyes on me, Vasilisa,” I ordered quietly, stroking my thumb over her thigh. “That wasn’t training, my queen, it was abuse. It was assault. Words have power, so use the right ones, okay?”

She glanced away and nodded, but seemed to remember my earlier command, her stare returning to mine. The mix ofpain, pleasure, and brittle hope there reached into my rib cage, grabbed my heart, and crushed it.

“Nothing that happened before tonight was sex.” I leaned down to kiss her stomach, careful on the shadow of her bruise. “It’s only sex when you choose it.”

“Consent,” she breathed.

“Exactly,” I murmured, rage overwhelming me for a moment, robbing me of breath. “Do I have your consent to kiss you here?” I asked, hovering over the space just under her right breast.

She nodded fast. “Lots of it.”

A laugh shattered my fury for a moment, and I kissed her, lingering, before I moved higher. “What about here?”

“Damien,” she whined, her fingers flexing on the bed, her need fighting her nerves. I denied her the kiss she wanted, curious to see if her impatient need would win, and hissing through clenched teeth when soft fingers wrapped around my length. Did she know I’d do anything she wanted when she held me like this? I’d start a war with the entire goddamn city. I’d burn the whole world to ashes. “You have my permission to do everything, stop teasing me.”

That was what I needed to hear. I kissed the pink, pebbled flesh of her nipple, too greedy not to dart my tongue out to taste her.

“Fuck,” she grunted, deep and rough, and my cock jumped in her hand at the sound of it.

I swirled my tongue around her sensitive peak and took it into my mouth, sucking experimentally. Her hips bucked off the bed, her back arching, and her breathing fell apart. The tip of my cock grazed her warm, wet pussy, and we groaned in unison. Shit.

“Rub me over your clit. Make yourself come again, my queen.” I sucked her nipple again. “My beautiful, sexy as fuck queen who drives me insane with need.”

Her next groan was deeper, louder, and that was before she squeezed my cock, lancing white-hot pleasure through my whole body, and rubbed the head against her slick pussy. With greedy, impatient strokes that always returned to her clit, my wife chased her pleasure.

I moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first. The texture on my tongue was fucking maddening. I burned the taste of her into my senses so I’d never forget the soft, salty tang of her skin.

“That’s it,” I encouraged when her movements sped up, her hand more confident on my dick, gripping tighter. “God, you’re so perfect for me.”

Her other hand snapped around my arm, pressing deep points of contact into my bare skin. Her eyes were wide and dazed with pleasure. Just how I liked her.

My stare on her expression, greedily soaking up every twitch and gasp of need, I stroked a slow path up her stomach and ribs to cover her left breast. Her mouth formed an O when I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and that look on her face went right to my ego.

“Beautiful,” I praised, skimming my lips over the curve of her right breast.“Mine.”

“Damien,” she gasped, frantically moving my cock over her clit, the sensation of gliding through her pussy driving me to the edge of madness.

I latched my mouth onto her skin and sucked hard, rolling her skin in my mouth, swirling my tongue, determined to drive her every bit as crazy as she made me. I wasn’t going to last long inside her; I nearly came all over her pussy when she cried outand shuddered under me, her legs locking around mine as she came.

Loud—she was loud, and it thrilled me. I never would have guessed my timid wife would burst my eardrums with her cries, or clench her thighs around me so hard I knew bruises would form on my hips.

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