Page 129 of Vendetta Crown

I grab for her blouse, but she catches my wrists.

"No," she says, reaching for my belt. "Me first."

Fuck. My heart hammers against my ribs. This woman never ceases to surprise me. I've seen her vulnerable, seen her afraid, seen her determined. But I've never seen her like this: taking what she wants without hesitation.

Like a true pakhan's wife.

She works my belt free with surprising efficiency, then shoves my pants down my legs. I kick them off, along with my shoes, while she pulls her own blouse over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra follows, revealing the full curves of her breasts, fuller now with pregnancy.

"You're beautiful," I tell her, reaching for her, but she pushes my shoulders back.

"Lie down," she orders, hair falling around her face like a curtain of gold, eyes bright with hunger.

Who am I to deny her?

Aurora drops to her knees before me, her hands sliding along my thighs with delicious pressure.

Then, she shoves them open to create space for herself between my legs.

The look in her eyes is like nothing I've ever seen before.

Hungry, determined, almost predatory.

"Give me that cock," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

Her fingers wrap around my cock, and the sensation of her skin against mine sends electricity surging through my body. She pumps me once, twice, her grip tight but perfect.

"Fuck," I groan as she works my length with ruthless efficiency.

Her thumb swipes over my tip, spreading the pearl of precum that's gathered there. The slickness makes her hand glide easier, faster. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating from my groin.

"What will you be tomorrow?" she asks, her hazel eyes locked on mine.

"The pakhan of pakhans." I gasp, watching as she licks her lips.

Her breasts rise and fall with her quickened breathing. The pregnancy has made them fuller, more sensitive. I want to touch them, but she maintains control.

"And what are you tonight?"

"Yours."

Her pace increases. The wet sounds of her hand working my cock fill the room. Shameless. Obscene. Perfect. My hips start to move involuntarily, thrusting up to meet her downstrokes.

She twists her wrist on the upstroke. A jolt shoots through me. My balls tighten. She notices my reaction and does it again. And again.

"Don't you dare fucking cum," she whispers. "Not until I say you can."

Her free hand cups my balls. Squeezes gently. My cock grows harder within her grasp.

She pumps faster. Harder. Relentless. "Whose cock is this?"

The pressure builds.

"Yours," I gasp.

She doesn't stop. Instead, she tightens her grip as my thighs tense. Her pace quickens and I hear blood pounding in my ears.

"And are you going to give memycock?"

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