Page 65 of Bloody Lace

A tremble runs through her, and I know desire when I feel it. For all the defiance in her eyes, the sharp jerk of her chin as she looks away from me, she wants me. She wantsthis. And I intend to enjoy every moment that I can get.

When her hands are secured to the headboard, I push up to my knees, looking down at my wife’s captive body. “Perfect,” I murmur, reaching down to adjust the thick length of my cock. It throbs against my palm, straining to be free, but I force myself to wait. I want to drive us both to the edge, and the best way to do that is by keeping myself restrained in some way, too.

“Dimitri—” She whispers my name again, and I can’t tell if it’s a protest or a plea. She yanks against the belt around herwrists, but it’s impossible to know if she’s trying to get free, or if she’s trying to get closer.

“You know what it does to me when you say my name,l’vitsa.” I lean forward, yanking open a drawer next to the bed. There’s a hunting knife inside, inside a leather sheath, and when I take it out and toss it on the bed, I feel Evelyn physically recoil, a squeak of fear leaving her lips.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I look down at her, seeing another quiver pass through her soft, pale body. “I would never hurt you, Evelyn.”

She looks up at me, and I think she believes me. Her eyes are wide, her body still trembling, and I feel her shiver as I reach down, flipping open the button of her jeans with my thumb.

“You wanted these off, didn’t you?” I give her a wicked smile as I hook my fingers in the edge, dragging them down her hips. Her panties underneath are red silk, a small velvet bow at the top, with lace panels on the sides. My cock jerks instantly when I see them, and I feel a bead of pre-cum slide down my shaft, my breath catching in my throat at the sight. “Did you wear these for me?”

I skate my fingers down the sides of her hips as I say it, and Evelyn glares up at me, clearly not willing to give in so quickly. “No,” she bites out, and I chuckle.

“I believe that,l’vitsa. But I like them all the same.”

I reach over for the knife, sliding it free of the sheath. Evelyn’s eyes flick towards it again, and I see her breathing pick up as she watches me move. When I press the tip of the knife to one of her bra straps, she goes very still, and I chuckle darkly.

“Good girl.”

I’ve fantasized about this before. Thought about this exact scenario with my hand wrapped around my cock, a sharp blade cutting through fabric, baring inch after inch of perfect skin to my hungry eyes. But I’ve never done it before. And somehow, thefact that I’m doing it with Evelyn feels infinitely more intimate than it should.

“Be very still,” I murmur, slipping the blade under the strap. My cock throbs, my head swimming with arousal, and I remind myself that I promised not to fuck her. That Ican’tfuck her.

Each slice makes my cock jerk, reacting with every bit of her bra that I cut through. I grit my teeth against the wave of arousal, exquisite frustration rippling through me as I slice through the last strap, tugging the fabric away to reveal her perfect, full breasts.

Her nipples tighten instantly, and I groan, dropping the knife as I reach up to cup her breasts in my hands. Evelyn lets out a shocked whimper, her head falling back as I roll my thumbs over her nipples, the arousal that I feel at the softness of her flesh in my hands dizzying.

I’ve never been so turned on by a woman. Never felt my self-control fraying just from the sensation of breasts cupped in my palms. But Evelyn makes me feel as if I’m losing my foundation, as if everything I’ve ever been certain of is on the verge of crumbling beneath me, just from touching her.

I squeeze her again, pinching and rolling her nipples lightly, and a soft, mewling whimper slips from her lips. Her hips arch up, and I pinch again, reveling in the way her skin flushes and that whimper turns to a moan.

I slide my hands down her waist, bending to brush my lips where my fingers were a moment ago. I feel her twitch and shiver under my hands, those soft, pleading noises slipping faster from her lips now, her legs moving against the bed as she writhes at my touch.

“Dimitri,please.”

The sound of her begging makes me dizzy with need. I don’t know if she’s pleading for me to stop or to keep going, but she hasn’t saidstop, and unless she says it, shouts it, I won’t. Ican’t.It’s all I can do not to strip those red panties away and drive my cock so deeply into her that she’ll feel me inside of her for days.

I drag my tongue over her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, nipping sharply at the peak and making her cry out before moving to the other and doing the same. I tease her breasts until her nipples are puffy and swollen, and then I slide my tongue down the valley between them, dragging my lips over the taut flesh of her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties.

They look so perfect on her, clinging to the edges of her hip bones, smooth against the curves of her skin, and I almost don’t want to take them off. She looks like art, lying there like this, the flushed red of her lips and nipples a sharp contrast to her pale skin and dark hair, the red silk matching them. But I want to see what’s beneath them more.

I slip my fingers under the silk, sliding them down. Evelyn’s breath hitches, her body tensing for a moment, going very still as if she’s forcing herself to not help me take them off. Her chest heaves in quick, sharp breaths, and I see her teeth sink into her lower lip.

“You’re not fooling anyone,l’vitsa,” I murmur. “Not me, or yourself.”

And then I drag the panties down her hips, tossing them aside as my gaze locks between her thighs.

She’s wet.Drippingfor me, her outer folds swollen and parted, the slick arousal beneath visible to my gaze. I reach for the button of my pants without thinking, my cock desperate to be free, my own arousal too insistent to contain any longer. I strip away my clothing in the same moment that I lean down to press my mouth between her legs, shoving her thighs apart with one hand as I strip myself bare with the other.

“Dimitri!” She cries out as my tongue lashes over her clit, lips sucking at her folds as I devour her. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her taste on my tongue at that moment, to feelher throbbing and writhing beneath me, the muscles of her thigh twitching under her palm as I drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Making her come feels like an addiction. Aneed. The way she tastes, the scent of her, the slick wetness of her arousal on my lips and tongue, all over my face as she finally gives up trying to pretend that she doesn’t want this as much as I do, and arches against my face, gasping.

The feeling of her grinding against my face nearly pushes me over the edge. I reach down, fisting my cock as I slide two fingers into her, thrusting them in the same rhythm that I use to stroke myself. My shaft is slick with my own arousal, the wet sounds filling my ears and making me even more desperate to come, but I’m not ready yet.

I might not be able to come in her pussy, but I’m going to come inside her, all the same.

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