Page 84 of Vendetta Crown

"You're staring," Her hazel eyes find me.

"Because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Is that all you're going to do?" she breathes. "Stare?"

"Aren't beautiful things supposed to be marveled?" I breathe, my voice dropping to that register that makes her shiver.

Slowly, she spreads her legs for me, displaying a vision of desire I'll never get tired of. Like an addict, I drink in the vision of beauty that is this woman. My eyes trace the soft curves of her inner thighs, and lingers on her glistening pussy.

"I'm not a museum piece that you lock behind a glass case," she whispers as she reaches for my hand.

"I want you to touch me." She kisses the tip of my fingers. "To claim me."

Obedient, my finger moves along her jaw, scooping a tiny bit of remaining cum and bringing it up to her lips. Her pink tongue darts out and licks it clean before she plants another impossibly light kiss at the tip of the digit.

The devious look in her eyes strengthens, and I slowly run my hand down her neck, past the valley of her breasts, and towards her still-flat belly where our children are growing.

The thought that she's pregnant still staggers me.

Aurora's body rises to meet my touch, her skin flushing beneath my fingertips as my hand moves lower and lower.

Her soft hands join mine, and slowly, she guides me to her weeping cunt so that I can feel just how wet and ready she is.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, her nipples hardened to perfect peaks. She's flushed all the way down to her breasts.

One touch and my cock stirs back to life despite having just been satisfied.

"Don't make me wait anymore."

But I intend to stretch this moment out for just a little while longer. Slowly, I lower myself to my knees before her parted legs.

She is my altar, and I am her devoted supplicant. My hands slide beneath her thighs, lifting them slightly as I position myself between them.

"I can't get enough of you," I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal fills my senses mixed with her light coconut scent is a heady concoction urging me on.

"Ruslan." Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me already."

I smile against her skin, feeling powerful and powerless all at once. How did I get so lucky? This woman who carries my children, who faces her demons with such courage, who loves me despite all my darkness.

She deserves nothing but pleasure.

"All in due time,zarechka."

I lower my mouth to her center, my tongue making one long, firm stroke through her folds. She tastes divine, sweet and tangy and something uniquely her. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

Her moan grows louder as my tongue circles her clit, slow and deliberate. With every flick of my tongue, every soft suck of my lips, I draw another whimper from her lips.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling just enough to sting.

"More."Her voice is ragged, thighs trembling around my head. "I want more."

I hum against her, savoring the way her hips jerk at the vibration. Her taste floods my mouth, her scent fills my lungs, and her arousal coats the space between us as I tease her entrance open for better access.

"I don't want your mouth." Her moan breaks into a ragged plea. "I want your cock."

Her nails scrape down my shoulders as she tugs me to get up. I follow, letting her guide my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands slide between us, wrapping around my cock, smearing precum along its length as she strokes me faster and faster.

"Fuck me," she breathes against my lips as she guides me to her entrance. "Now."

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