Page 60 of Tangled Souls

My cock is weeping pre-cum as I turn our woman and push her down until her tits are pressed to my desk. I lean over her as I pull her skirt up her legs and bunch it up over her hips. The site of her lace panties already darker with her arousal has me clenching my teeth even harder to try to keep hold of my control.

It feels like I’m losing the battle.

I rip her panties from her body, the sound of it not nearly satisfying enough. My hands shake as I undo my belt and pants. The moment my cock is free, I don’t wait, I don’t give her a moment to brace.

With a hard thrust, I bury myself balls deep inside of our wife’s sweet pussy. She’s so warm and wet, telling me exactly what her little performance did to her. She loved it. She relished it.

Our avenging angel. With blood-soaked wings which aren’t safe for flight but are perfect for battle.

My movements are fast and hard because we both need to chase the high that we only find in each other. It’s a calling that can’t be ignored. We are hers. She is ours.

“We’re going to breed you, Oaklynn, until you’re round with our child. Until you’re tied to us in every way. You’ll never escape,” I hiss the words against the shell of her ear as I drive into her over and over again.

It’s too much and not fucking enough.

Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk and she uses it as leverage to push back against me. She meets every thrust, urging me on and welcoming me home.

The feeling of being inside of her, of our pleasure climbing, is pure euphoria. I crave it like a drug. Addicting. She’s pure fucking need, an addiction I never want to shake.

“Kirill,” she whines.

It gives me pause because I never want to truly hurt her and it was only days ago that Mikhail cornered her, but I don’t hear pain in her panting breaths or her little moans. Only pleasure. Only bliss. Only begging desire.

I fuck her harder and faster, standing to my full height and gripping her hips so hard that my knuckles turn white. The sound of our slapping flesh fills my office, a melody which burrows deep under my skin to never be forgotten.

This is the moment. We can’t come back from it, but we don’t want to.

She’s ours.

A drop of blood hits my desk and I can’t look away. I release one of her hips to slide a finger up her arm collecting a trickleof her blood. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and pleading. When I suck that finger into my mouth, tasting her, the groan that comes out of me is all beast without a hint of humanity.

My hips move faster and punch forward harder.

After I collect the last of the blood on her arm, I reach underneath her to play with her clit. Her eyes widen, the implication clear. We are the same. We are joined.

Now.

Forever.

In love.

In blood.

In life.

When I pinch her clit, she shatters underneath me. The walls of her pussy ripple around me and pull me under with her. Every jet of cum filling her is a promise which forces our future to echo around us.

Emptying myself inside of her as her body begs for me brings a smile to my face. It might not be today, I know that, but it will be soon. She already fills our lives with light and laughter. Now she’ll fill our lives with a kind of innocent hope only children can bring.

When I cover her back with mine and grip her chin to hold her in place, I smear her arousal and blood across her skin. I kiss her with everything in me and hope she can feel the depth of my love, of my obsession and possession.

“I love you, Oaklynn,” I murmur against her lips.

Her lips curl into a smile against my own and her whisper feels like so much more, “I love you, Kirill.”

Pulling out of her, my eyes take in the way my cum starts to slip from her pink puffy pussy. It’s a beautiful sight.

And this is only the beginning.

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