Page 59 of Koroleva

"You've become damn handsome, clever, and captivating," I heard her chuckle softly. "Any objections?" I asked, giving her a light bite at the base of her spine. She didn't respond.

I shaped my hands to cover her cheeks fully and kneaded them with fervor. That was her, a damn delirium.

Ah, drowning.

I didn't want to get involved with the next move, I already had enough with ruined pants. I poured oil into my hands again and began tracing circles on her hips, moving down her thighs and reaching her feet. I spent some time running my knuckles

across the soles and massaging her perfect little toes.

Nikita had her legs slightly apart and seemed to have no intention of closing them. I shouldn't have looked between them, in fact, I wasn't going to. Or was I?

"Shine," I commented, attracted like a magpie internally. It was the first thing that came to mind when I noticed her center. She was excited, aroused, wet, and it was because of me.

"Don't be a moth," the little voice in my head warned. "Why not?" "Because she's going to turn you to ash, Nikita is highly flammable and you just need a spark from that woman to blow up." "What if I want to burn? What if for once I want to taste the wildness of a woman made of fire and explode?" "Well, then, I just hope you have a hose ready before she incinerates you."

I ended my inner debate and began the journey back.

This time, I poured a generous amount onto my palm, closed my fist, and let the oil drip along the line that marked the twin jewels of the Russian crown. Nikita sighed, and my cock was about to burst. I rested my right elbow at the border and slowly rubbed between her buttocks. Up and down, massaging the skin that was opening up. Her legs spread even further apart. I worked her with my entire forearm, and when my wrist reached the base of her buttocks, I let my hand slide in as if it were butter. It was like a karateka delivering a strategically loaded strike. My pinky was my secret weapon, delving deep into a path that promised to reach a great lake.

A slight tremor shook my hand when I reached the coveted moisture that had nothing to do with the oil running over our bodies. It was a different thickness; I had just reached the point of no return. Her legs continued to spread, offering me the possibility to continue, and my fingers ventured into the feminine lips, rubbing them, clamping down on the lower lips and clitoris to stimulate every damn nerve ending.

My woman gasped, and I knew this was as far as it would go. She was too tempting, too haughty to back down.

"Turn over," my voice was hoarse.

If I expected a no in response, I didn't get it.

She turned slowly to avoid locking her neck, her pupils eclipsing the iris, covering the green pasture with darkness.

I navigated her challenging gaze. I could read an implicit challenge in it, no barriers, just a "do you dare?" drawn on it. I sealed it as soon as I lifted the bottle of oil over the valley of her breasts and let the liquid drop down to flood her navel.

The song had ended, giving way to Christina Aguilera, who wanted to turn me into the Genie in the Bottle. Could I fulfill my woman’s wishes? And more importantly, after doing so, would she set me free or would I remain trapped forever?

Nikita bit her lip and arched her back, pushing her breasts upward. My fingers started at her stomach, sensing every inch of goosebumped skin up to her solar plexus and heart. Neither of us broke eye contact. The air escaped through her parted lips, and her breathing became more erratic as I reached her collarbones. I spread my hands to either side to encompass the upper chest area.

No words were necessary, only feeling, observing, delving through the senses into the person on the other side of the barrier flowing in her own battlefield.

I gently palpated the sides of her neck up to her jawline. The red tint of the lamp gave her the appearance of a delicious caramel apple filled with poison, an angel from Hell come down to Earth to take me with her once tasted.

"Keep going," she whispered, planting her elbows to lift her body and bring her mouth level with mine.

"And La Marca?" I didn’t want her to accuse me of using some trick to keep her.

"The only mark I want right now is the one from your teeth on my skin. I want to displace those three skulls." My cock twitched as her nail traced it. "They say a marriage isn’t valid until it's consummated. Are you ready to consummate ours?"

"And you? Are you ready to consider us something more than enemies?" The corners of her mouth lifted, signaling danger.

"Why don't you find out?" She grabbed my neck, licked my lower lip, and sucked it in.

"You asked for it."

I lifted her in my arms and carried her straight to my bed. Her punishing mouth fused with mine. Her kisses were even more maniacal than I remembered. Only our altered breaths could be heard, the splash of tongues before reaching the mattress.

Nikita looked at me wickedly and gestured for me to take off my pants.

"Take it off," she ordered, with her knees bent and her pussy exposed.

I didn't think to argue. I shed it and dove between her thighs to besiege her.

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