Page 89 of The Den of Sin
I pressed my back against his chest and shivers shot down my spine at his warmth. The couple in the mirror was such a contrast - my bared body against his expensive, Brioni tux; my dark hair against his blonde; my pale skin against his tan.
Watching his hands roam my body, while his mouth was on my skin, licking and nibbling, our gazes locked in the mirror, was erotic as hell. This man was all I ever wanted or needed. The only man my heart craved from the moment we met. He was the reason behind every single heartbeat of mine.
I turned around to face him, to offer him my lips. I needed to taste him. While our mouths molded together into a kiss and our tongues collided, I pushed the tux jacket off of his shoulder in rushed, eager movements, then started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Once finished, I took it off and dropped it to meet his tux jacket and my wedding dress at our feet. His belt came next, my fingers fumbling in the attempt to undo it while he ran his fingers over my hard nipples.
“Oh, Vasili,” I breathed. “I do love your body.”
His dark chuckle met my ears, but it didn’t bother me. He knew I loved his body, heart, and soul. I loved every hard inch of him. There was nothing about him I would ever change.
I pushed down his pants, and he kicked them off his feet, along with his shoes and socks. He stood naked next to me towering over my slight frame, hard and ready to be inside me.
Raw desire lurked on his beautiful face. “I want to tie you up and fuck you till you scream my name,” he groaned. Then a moment of hesitation crossed his face. “Will it be safe for the baby? I don’t think I can be gentle with you, malyshka.”
“Do it. You don’t have to treat me like glass.” I was stronger for him, because of him. He was the only man I trusted to tie me up. Instantly, the flames lit up in his pale blue eyes, darkening them into the colors of deep blue lagoons.
My gaze drifted to the wall that captured my attention six months ago. It seemed appropriate that our story began five years ago on Halloween night, and it was another Halloween night that brought us back together. Maybe the universe worked in mysterious ways after all.
All our words, actions, and experiences brought us a step closer to today, shaped us into who we were now.
Perfect for each other.
He raised my left hand to his lips, kissing each one of my knuckles with gentleness. The wedding band shone with diamonds against my slim fingers, but it paled against the love I felt for him. The desire burned like the fires of hell inside me, in the best way possible.
“Tie me up, husband,” I repeated.
He took my hand and guided me to the back of the room where all the toys stood. He grabbed a pair of fleece lined cuffs as well as a black silk scarf, then led me back to that enormous bed.
“If at any point it gets to be too much,” he rasped, “-just tell me. Okay?”
I nodded and offered him both of my wrists. We had talked about his darker desires but hadn’t actually done anything up to this point. I suppose I should have been nervous but I trusted him with my heart and body. Why would I not trust my husband with my mind and emotions? He would always allow me choices. My choice would always be him.
He secured one of my hands into a leather cuff and attached it to a hook on the headboard. Then he followed the same method with the other.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hot breath on the side of my neck sending goosebumps down my spine. “And mine.” He gently covered my eyes with the strip of silk and suddenly, I was completely at his mercy. “Still with me, malyshka?”
I nodded and after a soft kiss on my lips, he continued down my neck and across my chest, teasing first one nipple and then the other with his tongue. The absence of sight made me concentrate on the feel of his mouth against me, and it was incredible. All my senses heightened with the loss of my sight. He continued his trek down my body, hesitating at the edge of my panties, whispering something in Russian.
“You won’t be needing these,” he growled, his big hands pulling them down my legs and off of me completely. All the while I felt his mouth trailing over my hot skin heightening the lust I was feeling for this man.
Gently pushing my thighs apart, I felt him nestle between them, his hot breath caressing the folds of my pussy. My heart thundered under my ribs, excited to see what my husband had in store for me. After giving me a long lick, he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue delving into my folds and seeking out my clit. A shot of pure, languid fire burst through every single inch of me, from my toe to the tips of my hair.
He sucked my sensitive nub mercilessly as his arms wrapped around my thighs to guarantee his complete control over my movements. His fingers spread open my pussy lips, exposing me even further, leaving me vulnerable to his whim.
“Vasili,” I cried out as he proceeded to eat me out. An orgasm ripped through me with little warning, my thighs involuntarily trying to come together on either side of his head. Holy shit, I’d never felt anything like it.
I wanted to touch him, feel more of him, but being cuffed to the bed, my movements were limited, I couldn’t even watch him as he did the most spectacular things to my body. The sensations were almost too much, an overload of pleasure, and he was relentless, intent on making me come harder.
“Fuck,” I rasped, as another ripple of pleasure shot through my spine. White lights burst behind my eyelids. “Vasili!”
He chuckled darkly but continued feasting on me, lapping at my juices. This felt amazing, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Every single inch of me was hypersensitive, delightful shivers shaking me to the core.
Vasili finally crawled up my body and settled his hips between mine. I could feel his hard erection nestled at my opening as he gathered me close, his mouth just below my ear.
“Ready, malyshka?”
He was giving me a chance to refuse him. A last chance. There was no way I’d do that now. If anything, I wanted more. He made me greedy for more of this.
“Yes,” I breathed in anticipation.
