Page 87 of The Councilor

“But you are keeping me safe. This place, the people around you would die to keep their Councilor and his fiancée protected.”

“Perhaps, but that’s my job. If anything happens to you, if anyone touches you, I will burn down all of New York.”

And I knew he would.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. The sensations were startling. When I heard a rustle of clothing, I tried to keep from crying out. I purposely didn’t watch, teasing him in my way.

But I sensed he was removing his clothes. Maybe so I wouldn’t have a chance to rip them off. The thought brought a smile to my face, a rush of adrenaline to my system. I’d never known passion could be so… incredible.

“Look at me, Raphaella. Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to rock your world all over again.”

The excitement coursing through me from his sultry words brought several moans from my lips.

I loved the deep command, the way his tone washed over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.

“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain how long I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wider without being asked.

The stern look on his face kept my full attention. When he pointed to the floor, he gave me little time to react before pushing my shoulders. I dropped to my knees without hesitation, looking up at him for direction.

All the ugliness I’d spewed, the words of hatred seemed so silly at this point. From the second I’d met him, my fantasies had been wrapped up in him and nothing else.

I couldn’t resist, wrapping both hands around his cock, running my fingers up and down his shaft. His eyes remained dilated, every muscle in his six-foot five-inch frame tense. Even his jaw was clenched, as if he was trying to hold back.

Yes, this was filthy and so delicious. I rubbed my fingers down the length of his shaft, keeping my eyes on him as required as I rolled his balls between my fingers. Every sound he made, every growl and guttural whisper in Russian only fueled the desire building between us.

He brushed his fingers through my hair, tangling them barely seconds later. “I could do nothing more than fuck your mouth for hours.”

As I blew across his cockhead, daring to dart my tongue across his sensitive slit, he slowly lifted his head, half laughing and half groaning.

“What am I going to do with you?”

His whisper was hoarser than before, his body already shaking.

But not nearly as much as mine.

I wasn’t certain anything could keep me from tasting him. I pulled his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. The combined taste of our intimacy was salty yet sweet, enticing every one of my senses.

Maybe I wasn’t very good with this, but it wasn’t for a lack of yearning. I’d often wanted to ask him how many women he’d been with but knew better.

He didn’t care.

The past was the past.

When I slid his cock in another inch, he placed his hand on top of my head, holding me in place. While I was hindered by the bindings, nothing would stop me from enjoying this moment. I did what I could to keep my eyes on him, using my jaw muscles to suck. He was so large, filling my mouth completely, and when he pressed down on my head, I almost instantly gagged.

“Relax, my precious little lamb. Breathe through your nose and allow your throat muscles to stop spasming.” He didn’t push any harder, allowing me to take my time. I licked and sucked, getting used to the feel of him, the taste of him.

And I wanted more.

My breasts were swollen, my nipples aching, and my inner thighs were stained from his cum. But it wasn’t enough.

I wrapped my hand around the base, twisting it back and forth. I could tell he enjoyed the friction by the look of darkness crossing his face. His body was shaking and as he rolled onto the balls of his feet, the action pushed more of his cock into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

While I gagged briefly, I was so eager to taste his cream that I managed to calm my nerves, relaxing within seconds. He narrowed his eyes, staring down at me like the primal beast he’d become. As he took over, placing his other hand on my face, I shuddered in his hold. Everything was a delicious blur, and I closed my eyes, longing to keep the fairytale in the back of my mind for years to come.

I was under no false impression of what this was.

Pure sin.

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