Page 58 of Craving Dahlia

“You’re going to make me come,” she breathes out, her legs spreading wider, as if she’s as lost as I am. “Oh god, Alek?—”

The way she moans my name nearly tips me over the edge. I feel pre-cum slicking my cock, every throb pushing me closer to coming in my fucking jeans over this woman, and I want to be inside of her when that happens.

God, I want to fucking fill her up. I want to watch her face while I come inside of her.

“If you come, I want it to be on my tongue or my cock,” I growl, nipping at her collarbone. I shift my hands so that both of her wrists are gripped in one of them, reaching for her shirt with the other. I drag it upwards, getting a view of the black lace bra beneath it, and my cock throbs painfully again as I let go of her wrists just long enough to get her shirt off.

I don’t know how long I can take this.Even in just her bra and jeans, she’s so fucking gorgeous that I’m desperate to get inside of her. I shove her bra up, freeing her breasts beneath it, and I drop my head to one, sucking her nipple into my mouth as I roughly bite at it, kneading the other with my free hand.

“Alek!” She cries out again, her thighs trembling, and I can feel how close she is to the edge. “I can’t—I’m going to?—”

When I bite down on her nipple again, I fuckingfeelher come. Her entire body goes tight, her legs wrapping around my hips as she bucks wildly against me, grinding herself against my cock, both of us with our jeans still on. I dig my teeth harder into her nipple, and her moan turns into a wail, her back arching deeply as she comes hard against me.

I let go of her breast with a suckingpop, looking up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes. “I told you not to come yet,” I growl, pinching and twisting her other nipple between my fingers as she moans helplessly. “Now I’m going to punish you,zhena.”

Wife.The word spilling from my lips against her skin makes my cock throb as I slide down her body, and I don’t understandwhy. I don’t want a wife. I haven’t in five years, not since I learned the sharper edge of love, since I discovered the bitter taste of betrayal. I don’t wantDahliaas a wife.

And yet, the thought of possessing her so thoroughly, of her beingmineand no one else’s, makes me so fucking hard that I moan against the taut flesh of her stomach as I slide down further, fingers yanking at her jeans as I jerk them down to her ankles.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I order her sharply. “In fact?—”

I stand up, sliding one arm beneath her waist and moving her, shifting her so that her head is on the pillows. I climb onto the bed, yanking off her shoes and socks and jeans until she’s in nothing but her panties and the disarray of her bra. “Grab the headboard,” I order her. “And don’t fucking let go, unless you want this to end.”

Dahlia’s eyes are wide, but she obeys, curling her fingers around the bars of the headboard. I catch sight of the bruising on her arm again, and I grit my teeth, a fresh wave of fury and possessive need washing over me.

No one touches her except for me. And I’m going to wipe away every trace of his touch on her, until she only remembers mine.

I lean down, pressing my mouth between her thighs as I spread them firmly apart, running my tongue over the lace there. Dahlia lets out a gasping moan, and I shudder, tasting her through the fabric. She’s soaked for me already, and my cock pulses, the urge to reach down and stroke myself as I lick her tearing through me.

But if I do, I’ll come—and come to my senses. I don’t want that, not when I’m so close to having her again. Not when she needs me badly enough right now, too, to not throw me out of her bedroom.

Not when I’m so close to feeling the hot clasp of her around my cock again, this time until I fill her up with my cum.

I lick her again through the lace, and then I grab the fabric with my teeth, jerking it to one side as I slide my tongue under her panties.

She’s hot and soaked, and the taste of her makes me dizzy with need. I shove my tongue firmly inside of her, curling it as I lick her from the inside out, feeling her thighs tremble under my fingers as she moans helplessly. She tightens around my tongue, and the need to have her do that around my cock feels almost unbearable.

I thrust my tongue inside of her again, and then drag it out, feeling her flutter against it as I slide it all the way up to her swollen clit. When I circle the hot flesh with my tongue, I feel her pulse against me, her hips arching up to grind against my mouth.

“Please—” she starts to beg, her hips twisting underneath me until I loop my arm under one thigh and press my hand against her stomach, pinning her to the bed and holding her still. “God, Alek, I’m so close?—”

I pull back, looking up at her as she lets out a squeal of protest. “Greedy girl,” I growl, leaning in to flutter my tongue over her clit again, letting out a puff of warm breath against her warm flesh. “You came before you were allowed, and now you want another?”

“Alek.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg.” I lick her clit again, and I feel the sudden, startling urge to smile as I look up her body at her pleading face. “You’ll beg many more times before I let you come for a second,zhena.”

I keep my word. I bring her to the brink again and again, until she’s soaked and trembling, the duvet damp with herwetness as I revel in the taste of her and the feeling of keeping her on the edge, hearing her cries and pleas.

Finally, I slide my tongue over her clit, looking up at her as I circle it. “You can come for me now,zhena,” I growl, and I fasten my lips over the swollen flesh, sucking it into my mouth as I bury my face against her.

The sound she lets out is nearly a scream. She bucks against my hand, my mouth, writhing as much as she can with the way I have her pinned, and her arousal floods my tongue. I taste her, smell her, every part of her filling my senses, sweet and thick as honey as I flutter my tongue against her clit and revel in the way she soaks my face. She comes harder than I think I’ve ever felt her come before, moaning my name, and when I shove two fingers roughly into her, thrusting them deeply into her core as she tightens and ripples around them, I feel a third, smaller orgasm pulse through her.

I rise up on my knees, my cock pulsing painfully against the zipper of my jeans, and Dahlia looks up at me with glassy eyes. Her gaze instantly falls to the thick ridge between my thighs, and her tongue flicks out, licking over her lip as she looks back up at me.

The temptation to crawl up her body, pin her hands and thrust my cock into her waiting mouth is strong.Maybe for a few minutes,I reason with myself, my fingers going to my belt. I want to see her lips wrapped around me again, feel the heat of her mouth—but that’s not where I want to come tonight. Someone tried to take her from me tonight, and I’m going to claim her the way I haven’t yet. I’m going to leave her dripping with my cum, her pussy so full of it she’ll be leaking my cum for days.

“Don’t let go of the fucking headboard,” I remind her with a growl, moving up her body as I yank down my zipper. My cock springs free the moment my jeans come undone, and Dahlia’seyes go round as she sees it again up close, long and thick and impossibly hard.

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