Page 133 of Beautiful Agony

Her breath hitches as I explore her body. "What about the shower?"

"In a moment." I press closer, letting her feel my arousal through my pants. "I want to savor this first. A little preview of what's to come."

My hands roam her soft skin, memorizing every new curve, every change that marks her as carrying my child. Her body arches into my touch, seeking more.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss while my fingers make quick work of her bra clasp. Her breasts spill free into my hands, fuller and more sensitive than ever. When my thumb grazes her nipple, she gasps into my mouth.

My hand slides lower, tracing the curve of her belly before dipping between her thighs. Even through her panties, I can feel how ready she is. The fabric is soaked through.

"So wet for me already,zvyozdochka?" I break our kiss to murmur against her lips.

Her eyes are dark with desire as she looks up at me. "I've been wet all day, thinking about this moment. About having you back home. About having you inside me."

"Such a dirty girl." My fingers push aside the damp fabric to stroke her directly. She moans and arches into my touch.

"Your dirty girl," she whispers, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Always and only."

The possessiveness in her words makes my cock throb. I slide a finger inside her welcoming heat while my thumb circles her clit. Her walls clench around me instantly, drawing me deeper.

I break our kiss and spin Lacey to face the mirror, pulling her back against my chest. Her amber-flecked eyes lock with mine inthe reflection as my hands roam her curves. One hand cups her breast while the other traces lower, teasing between her thighs.

"Look at yourself,zvyozdochka," I whisper against her ear. "So beautiful. So perfect." My fingers circle slowly, making her gasp. "I'm going to worship every inch of you. Make you forget everything but my name."

She arches into my touch. "Big words from someone who just got out of lockup."

I nip her earlobe, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

"Now." Her eyes sparkle with challenge in the mirror. "What's a hardened criminal like you going to do to an innocent girl like me?"

My laugh rumbles against her neck as my fingers splay open her wet folds. "Innocent? Is that what you're calling yourself now?"

"Compared to you?" She pushes back against me deliberately. "I'm practically an angel."

"Angels don't get this wet from a few touches," I murmur, increasing the pressure of my fingers. Her breath catches. "Angels don't beg for cock like you do."

"I haven't begged for anything yet." But her voice trembles as my thumb finds her sensitive spot.

"You will." I capture her gaze in the mirror again. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy."

My hand wraps around Lacey's throat, applying the gentlest pressure. She trembles against me, her breath catching. With my foot, I nudge her legs wider apart. She responds by pressing back, her wetness sliding along my length.

"Ready to beg for me,zvyozdochka?" My voice is rough with desire.

Instead of answering, she rolls her hips in a deliberate motion that makes my jaw clench. "Are you?"

My free hand slides between her thighs, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Her head falls back against my shoulder as I begin slow, torturous circles. She continues grinding against me, each movement perfectly timed to drive me wild.

I bring my other fingers to her lips. Without hesitation, she takes them into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around them in a way that makes my cock throb. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, full of wicked promise.

My lips trail down Lacey's neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She shivers when I reach that sensitive spot behind her ear, her body pressing back against my hardness. Each graze of my teeth draws a soft gasp from her lips.

"Still not ready to beg?" I murmur against her skin, nipping at the crook of her neck.

Her only response is to rock harder against me, her wetness coating my length. The sight of her in the mirror—flushed and wanting but still defiant—makes my cock throb.

"What will it take,zvyozdochka?" My fingers continue their torturous circles on her clit. "What do I need to do to hear those pretty words?"

She meets my eyes in the mirror, that familiar spark of challenge lighting them from within. "You already know exactly what it takes." Her voice is breathy but still controlled. "You're just too scared to do it."

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