Page 67 of Voracious

His jaw clenches and his muscles tense as soon as the words have left me. Maybe I’m broken, this is all annoying to me when it’s my life, Dima will find it worse having to put up with me. He doesn’t voice that and he once again stops the memories and fills my vision with the twin moons.

“I heard your pretty little moans, what were you using, lisichka?”

All his tension leaves with my answer. “A grinder, I don’t have to feel anything then.”

He lays me flat on the bed before telling me not to move. I know he won’t hurt me and sit up as he walks out of the room. There are scars going over the tattoos on his back, breaking up the line work in thin lines. Crossing my legs, my arms go limp, not liking the thought of him being hurt when he’s always so strong, not in a kill-everyone way, his strength is different, it’s quieter and controlled, yet no less capable of murder.

1 Good girl

2 My beauty

TWENTY-SEVEN

Dima

My woman is a vision sat in the middle of our bed, fully bare and open, but the downcast eyes have me pausing. Ana’s head pops up along with her mood when she hears my steps. She’s so fucking beautiful it physically hurts seeing her sadness. Her eyes are fixed on me, scanning every part of my body until I’m standing in front of her, and she straightens her shoulders with authority in her voice that could rival leaders.

“You’re not allowed to get stabbed again.”

Dropping the small rubber mound on the bed, I grab her face and seal our lips together.She’s so fucking sweet, even her violent tendencies are pure. Getting her back in position so she’s leaning against my thighs with the pillow softening my knees against her shoulders, I restart my massaging. I need her soft and out of her head, the filing cabinet as she likes to call it is filled with fucking horrors and my beauty deserves nothing but pleasure.

My hands don’t go more than an inch before they touch a new scar. The mottled skin behind her ear doesn’t allow her to feel the full sensation as I press my lips over it. Fuck, she smellslike me. Any cunt who gets near her will smellme. They’ll know she’s mine and back the fuck away.

My hellion groans in frustration as I press my thumbs into the crease of her thighs, so her legs open further. So fucking cute. I nip her skin with my teeth as I kiss a path down her neck and my voice deepens despite the softness in it.

“Use your words.”

I want her to demand I fuck her, to be so fucking lost for me she can’t focus on anything else, which she doesn’t do, she presses against my forehead with one finger until I’m sat against the headboard. The blush on her cheeks is killing me, she’s not shy or nervous by nature but it intensifies the protectiveness inside me.

She picks up the grinder without looking away from me. It’s a rubber thing, smaller than my palm with little bumps in different heights all over the curved edge. Her shyness lessens as she places it on my abs, demonstrating how it works as she grinds against me. The soft moans leaving her are intoxicating but I work my hands over every inch of her body. She doesn’t have enough space to move how she wants with her feet on the bed and watching her grind against me while her eyes harden is more power than I deserve.

I circle her ankles with my hands and stroke the delicate bones with my thumbs as I move up, stopping her from changing the angle. Fuck me, her eyes are locked on mine, those unique eyes that robbed me of my soul with one glance and I can’t keep the awe out of my voice.

“That’s it, moya krasota.”

Kneading her calves, I move further up her legs and push her thighs apart. Her frustration is no match for my enjoyment with her opened up for me.

“I want you to keep rubbing your pretty little clit until you come for me, can you do that, malyshka?”

She tries to push her hips down, but I tighten my hold and her anger comes out. Her fingers wrap around my wrist in an attempt to pull me away as she complains.

“I can’t, you’re making it harder.”

Pushing my hips up so she can feel my dick begging to get relief, I coo, “I know the feeling. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

We both know the answer when her face falls and I can’t help my arrogance at this formidable-as-fuck woman being mine, it might not be on her lips, but it’s there hidden between the icy and sandy swirls of her beautiful eyes.

I lean forward so she has more pressure in reward for giving my life meaning and my beauty seals her lips over mine. One hand strokes up my arm, over my shoulders, until she’s holding on to me and gasping into my mouth. I pull her away and kiss her shoulder, hoping my question doesn’t drag her away.

“Are my fingers okay, lisichka?”

If she doesn’t like the feeling of skin, I won’t fuck it up with my need to touch her, she didn’t push me away earlier, but I need the confirmation and she’s so fucking polite.

“Yes, please.”

Flattening my hand on her stomach while she moans softly into my ear, I change the pressure as I stroke up her stomach.She moves back when I gently press against her chest to give me enough space to see everything I need. I fit my hand under the grinder so it’s resting against my palm, causing her back to arch and she’s leaking onto me. Fucking perfection dripping and ready for my mouth. My other hand moves up, holding her neck and stroking the side with my thumb as I circle her entrance with my middle finger.

Pushing inside her has more friction against her clit and she arches her back, chanting my fucking name.

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