Page 195 of The Harbinger

“Your father is the one who chooses the sacrifice?”

“It was Ina as the prophet, but we haven’t replaced her yet.”

“And you don’t think he’ll choose me out of spite?”

“Stop worrying.” He pulled me in close. “You’d have to be part of the church, or your results come back positive, and neither is the case.”

I pushed away from him and glanced up into his dark eyes. “The results came back, and you didn’t say anything?”

The women turned their backs toward the bed and waited with their hands at their sides.

“It just came in. Not even Ruslan knows. Nikolai informed me just now.”

I let out a whoosh of air as if I’d fallen flat on my back, my lungs deflating. A smile slipped across my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bounced on my toes, and kissed him hard. My tongue pressed between his lips, swirling and caressing. My heart stammered, but I didn’t stop even when the women behind me gasped. I wrapped my leg around his waist, and his hands gripped my hips and thigh, then pulled me up.

“Idi svoim putem.”

I locked my ankles around his hips, and the women left, shutting the door behind them. My hips rocked against him, his belt and bulging cock adding friction to my throbbing clit.

We collapsed onto the mattress, his hard body above mine.

“I need you,” I whispered, breaking away from our kiss to catch my breath, and ran my hands through his hair.

He growled, a low animalistic vibration that prowled between us, then slid down my body, removing my sweats with a quick tug, and tossed them to the side. “Then you will have me.”

His tongue slipped between my folds from center to clit, pausing to nip at my sensitive flesh before roving his tongue in circles. I bucked my hips, the need everlasting and growing.

“Yes.” My breathy moan echoed in the room. I slid my hands through his hair and pressed his mouth harder against me.

I exploded, my body tensing, my thighs and belly quivering as I moaned my lengthy release. My hips bucked against him, and he continued to feast, the sensation morphing from pleasure to a teeth-grinding ache as he lapped at my overly sensitive clit.

My moans turned to cries, and my urges strayed as I worked to break free of his commanding hold.

“Sacha. I can’t—” I tipped my head back. “—take any more.”

With each pass of his tongue, my body convulsed. Pressure built in my belly, despite the pain, until I fell over the precipice once more, my hands falling away from his hair to pull at the comforter. My heels dug into his shoulders as his fingers punished my thighs.

Sacha stood, wiping the glistening residue of my orgasm from his lips and scruff, then dropped his trousers and plunged inside me.

His tempo rocked my breasts as his hips slammed against me, bottoming out with exquisite pain that rang throughout my exhausted muscles. I cried out, relishing the grind against my clit with each thrust.

He tore at my shirt, shoving it up to my throat, then latched onto my nipple with his teeth and pulled. I shrieked away, but he held me steadfast, his hand rubbing against my brand. He released my nipple only to seize it again with his lips and suckle as his punishing hips beat against me. I moaned, my body releasing another pent-up orgasm.

Sacha popped my nipple from his mouth, pulled out as the last of my orgasm drained away, then pumped his cock twice before hot spurts of cum splashed across my breasts and belly.

He rested above me, our breaths ragged, my pulse thumping as his cum rolled down my ribcage and settled onto my wrinkled shirt.

“Come on.” He slapped the side of my hip, his words breathless. “You have a fitting to finish.”

Sacha wiped the sweat from his brow, slipped his cock back into his pants, and then tucked in his dress shirt.

“I don’t think I can move even if I wanted to.” I laughed as my arms flopped by my side. “They’re like jelly.”

He grunted and grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head, then used it to wipe his cum off my torso. “I contemplated making you rub it into your skin and try on these dresses with my scent on you, but I want you to focus. It’s an important evening.”

“How thoughtful.” I smirked as his hand moved around my belly, picking up the small gelatinous bits of semen, then sat up when he finished. “You sure I couldn’t concentrate on both?”

“Doubtful.”

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