Page 129 of Viripotent

“Don’t hold back,” he mumbles into my mouth.

Like I am waiting for his command, my muscles seize. He buries his dick inside of me and grinds into me, prolonging my climax, and I choke out what’s already obvious to us both.

“I’m going to come.”

I’m losing blood circulation in my finger, but I can’t move. His rough, lust-filled voice brushes my lips, and it has me clenching harder.

“Can you feel your tight cunt massaging my dick?”

Nodding, I think I nod anyway, air touches my lips as he rests his forehead on mine. There are no rough thrusts, and he doesn’t move his hips fully back. He holds my wrist, his thumb making circles, before he gently tugs until my finger slips out and my vision focuses on nothing but him.

Holding my fist with my finger extended, he brings it to my mouth and traces my lips. The icy blue turns into warm pools as he strokes the tip of my nose with his own. Before whispering, “Top one’s yours, bottom one is mine.”

There’s no time for me to make sense of what the fuck it’s supposed to mean because he sucks my bottom lip between his. I’m dumbstruck. I’ve lost a basic sense of what words mean or anything other than the sight of him tasting me.I wrap both arms around his shoulders, and he flexes as he breathes into me. He doesn’t let my lip go and sucks the taste of me off it.

Poking my tongue out hesitantly, I start at the corner of my mouth and move slowly in little licks. It’s sweet but not like the muted taste I’ve got from his tongue. He groans, being a selfish fuck, and goes back on his word. Our tongues are battling as the gentle hand holding my head threads through my strands and pulls. I don’t let go of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he hooks my leg over his shoulder.

He contorts my body to his will and bends my other leg, so my foot is flat on the vanity, my heel is pressed into my thigh, and he gives me more of his weight.

“So fucking perfect,” pulling his hips back until just the tip is left in, he snaps forward making me rock, “for me.”

There’s nothing for me to do but hold on as my stomach tenses with the most intense pressure I’ve ever felt. It’s more than a climax and I don’t look away from the icy eyes threatening to ruin me. It’s not needed. Vlad has ruined me in ways I don’t even understand yet. His brutal hands are incomparable to anything else that exists. Whether it’s in tortured pain or twisted pleasure, he wreaks havoc.

Swapping hands, he holds my nape and catches my leg before it slips. I’m cocooned by the biggest monster I know as he threads his fingers together at the back of my head and supports my weight, fucking me with brutal thrusts and my back arches further. Kissing down my chest, he makes patterns with his tongue over my heart, and it may as well be a tattoo gun with the way the organ feels them.Without his eyes fully on me I can’t contain my noises and scream his name.

“Vlad!”

It turns into a chant as though I’m worshipping him as he silently does the same to my body.

I know he’s strong, it’s in every part of his life. But my mind scrambles, floating in midair as he straightens and thrusts so hard the momentum has me fucking him back without my control. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t look away from my face.

“I fucking love you like this.”

My toxic brain removes two words from his declaration and tries to ignore the rest that follows.

“You’re not able to shout.”

He times it with a harder thrust, making me scream and calling himself a liar.

“Or order me around.”

Pulling me up so we’re face to face, he continues against my lips.

“Like this, you’re mine.”

I want to tell him I am his, that I want to be. That I want him to be mine for longer than he’s already decided, but I have enough sense to slam our lips together to stop it leaving.

We’ll never have anything more than a weird-ass friendship. One where Vlad ignores me, but secretly seeks me out. Where I tell myself I’m afraid of him, but secretly only ever feel safe when he’s there. It’s a fucked-up relationship of disrespectful respect that does not and will never make sense.We live in the gray, the area that’s hazy, without the agreements and clauses because we know we’ll have to step back within the boundaries soon.

He grinds me into him, and my mouth opens on a silent scream, my vision blurring in black lines. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, the vibrations travel through my body, extending my visit above the universe and warmth fills me. Cold stone touches my ass, and my head softly hits the mirror as heleans over me and presses his lips to my chest. He’s breathing me in, alternating between air and me. Stroking his back, I do the same to his shoulder and wait for my body to stop twitching.My heart is racing under his lips as he groans and continues fucking me in short, shallow strokes.

He slowly moves up, sucking the skin where my neck meets my shoulder between his teeth and dulls every sense other than touch. The cool air brushing my skin takes too long to translate.

“Vsegda tol’ko ty. Moyo koroleva.”

He slowly moves back and fills my vision before gently setting my thighs to a normal position. His calloused hands are soft, stroking my hair out of my face, and he smiles full of wonder.My chest warms seeing him free for once, unguarded, and human rather than cruel. I know it will be over now that he’s came and tighten my shaky legs around, hoping he lets me have a moment longer.

I feel dumb because I want him to hug me, and I know I can’t ask him. He continues brushing my hair out of my face, his warm palm kissing my temple as though it allows him to read my thoughts. He strokes the side of my face with the back of his knuckles and slowly leans forward. Without me asking, he softly kisses my cheek and wraps his arms around me. He breathes out his secrets against my skin.

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