Page 55 of Beautiful Agony

"You're glowing,zvyozdochka," I murmur against her neck. My hands roam her body, mapping every subtle change. Her skin is impossibly soft under my palms.

She arches into my touch with a breathy moan that sets my blood on fire. "Vadim..."

I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, drinking in the sweetness of her response. My hand traces the curve of her hip, and slides upto cup her breast. She gasps into my mouth when I brush my thumb across her nipple.

The knowledge that she carries my child makes every touch feel more significant, more profound. My hand drifts to her belly, still flat but holding such precious cargo. She covers my hand with hers, our fingers intertwining over where our baby grows.

I break the kiss to look into her eyes, seeing my own wonder reflected there. "My beautiful wife," I whisper, before claiming her mouth again. "Perfect in every way."

"I don't want to be perfect right now." Lacey's voice trembles with need. "I want you to treat me like your filthy whore."

Her words ignite something primal inside me. I grip her thighs harder, leaving marks that will remind her who she belongs to. My mouth blazes a trail of heated kisses up her inner thigh, savoring the way she quivers under my touch.

"Are you going to beg like a good little whore?" I growl against her soft flesh.

She writhes beneath me as I knead the tender flesh of her thighs, her hips rising to seek more contact. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I trail my tongue dangerously close to where she wants me most, but not quite there.

"Yes," she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please."

I look up at her from between her legs, drinking in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, parted lips, amber-flecked eyes dark with desire. Her chest heaves with each panting breath, and it fills me with savage satisfaction.

"Please what?" I demand, my breath hot against her most sensitive flesh.

Her grip tightens in my hair. "Please... use me like the good little whore that I am."

The raw need in her voice makes my cock throb painfully. I press open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp nips that make her gasp. Each sound she makes drives me wild with desire.

"My beautiful whore," I murmur against her skin. "All mine to use however I please."

"Please," Lacey begs, her voice thick with need. "I need your cock, Vadim."

My blood surges at her words, at the raw desperation in her voice. I stand up slowly, deliberately, letting her anticipate what's coming next.

"Turn around," I command. "Lie down and open that pretty mouth for me."

She obeys instantly, and tilts her head back over the edge of the bed. Her eyes lock onto mine as her lips part in invitation. The sight of her like this—submissive, eager, completely mine—makes my cock throb with need.

I grip myself, positioning at her lips. In one smooth motion, I push into the wet heat of her mouth. She moans around me, the vibrations sending pleasure coursing through my body. Her hands reach up to grip my thighs, pulling me deeper.

"Good girl," I growl, threading my fingers through her hair.

The eager way she sucks me makes my control slip. I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Such a good little whore for me. Touch yourself while you take my cock."

Her moan vibrates around me as her hand slips between her thighs. The wet sounds of her fingers moving against her pussy mix obscenely with the sounds of her mouth on my cock. My blood burns hotter at the knowledge that pleasuring me arouses her this much.

"That's it," I growl. "Show me how desperate you are."

Her fingers move faster, her whimpers growing more urgent around me. I watch her other hand grip the sheets, her knuckles white with tension. Every thrust into her mouth draws a muffled moan from her throat.

"My dirty little cocksucker," I praise, and her enthusiasm redoubles. The wet, filthy sounds of her pleasuring herself while taking me deeper make my cock throb. "You love this, don't you? You love touching yourself while I fuck your mouth?"

She answers with a desperate moan, her hips bucking against her own fingers as she works herself closer to the edge. The sight of her like this—so wanton, so eager to please—threatens to unravel my control completely.

Unable to resist any longer, I bend over and sweep her hands away from her dripping pussy. Gripping her thighs, I lift her hips up to my mouth in one fluid motion, maintaining my angle so she can keep sucking me.

Her scent hits me first—citrus, lavender, and a musk that's uniquelyher. My mouth waters as I feast on her, my tongue delving deep to taste every inch. The way she writhes and moans around my cock tells me exactly how much she loves this. Her thighs tremble in my grip as I alternate between teasing her clit and fucking her with my tongue.

Each moan, each desperate whimper sends vibrations through my cock that make my blood burn hotter. I grip her thighs harder, spreading her wider so I can devour her more thoroughly. The taste of her arousal on my tongue drives me wild with need.

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