Page 141 of Crimson Flames

“Do you remember when you begged me to give you an orgasm while you were still healing from being tortured?”

I nod, knowing where he’s going with this. He kisses my neck, then nibbles on my ear while his fingers rub small circles around my clit. “I made a promise to give you everything you need then.”

Two fingers tease my entrance, making me squirm for more.

“Yes,” I breathe, remembering that moment very clearly, even as the haze of lust tries to turn my brain to mush.

“I want to try something new with you tonight. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There isn’t even a seconds pause. I trust him with everything that I am.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, finally giving me his two fingers and forcing me to come in a matter of seconds. Which was not what I was expecting.

I can feel how hard he is behind me, so I sit up and reach for him, but he moves my hand away.

“Not yet,Lisichka.”

My forehead wrinkles in confusion as he gets out of the water and wraps a towel around himself before bringing me one. Carefully, he wraps it around my body, scooping me into his arms and depositing me on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulls out a pink U shaped toy and lube.

“What do you have planned there,Vtoraya Polovinka?”

His eyes close briefly, before he sets the toy and lube down beside me.

“Have I ever told you what it does to me when you speak Russian?”

I bite my lip and shake my head. I know he loves when I use little phrases from his language, but he has never told me how much.

Leaning over me, he rubs the head of his very hard cock over my sensitive clit.

“It drives me wild,” he says, voice tight. “As if the part of me that seeks control snaps.”

“Then let’s lose control,Vtoraya Polovinka. Show me who you are.”

The head of his cock nudges me again, causing a moan to fall from my lips, one he swallows up greedily as if he has been starved for me for years.

Boris keeps up a steady rhythm until I am forced to tilt my hips so that he slides into me. He’s so thick that he has to slow down for a minute to allow me time to adjust.

Somehow, he does, even if I can feel his control waning with each second. When I start to move against him, he picks up hispace. Then, without warning, he pulls out and stands, towering above me.

“What the feck?” I gasp, the sound mixed with pleasure and annoyance.

“Cillian invested in so many toys, I think that we should not allow them to go to waste,” he says, picking up the pink toy while spreading some lube over it.

When he presses it into me, a vibration clicks on as it clamps down on my g-spot and clit simultaneously.

“Oh,” I nearly shout in pleasure as the toy picks up in intensity. It’s then that I notice Boris holding a small remote as he coats his cock with lube.

“I want that tight ass of yours,Lisichka. But I want you to look into my eyes when I take it.”

If this is Boris losing control, then I am here for it.

“Do it,” I encourage, lifting my legs to give him better access. The toy slides in a little deeper with the movement, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I can feel him pressing on the tight ring, and it takes no effort for me to loosen up. When he thrusts in only an inch, I’m already on the brink of losing myself.

“Open your eyes,” he commands gently, rocking into me with ease as more and more of him fills me up.

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