Page 30 of Thorns of Love
He broke the kiss, both of our breathing labored. His eyes were like dark, black pools with the promise of pleasure there would be no returning from.
“Take off your boxers,” I begged, sliding off the bed.
He looked at me puzzled, slightly sardonic. “I make the rules here, moya luna.”
I slid down to my knees and realization hit him. “Please, Illias. I want to taste you. You can do whatever you want to me. To my mouth. To my ass. To my pussy. My whole body.”
His hand reached for my cheek, his thumb brushing it gently. Almost reverently while a look in his eyes was the one of utter devotion.
Was I just imagining it?
Either way, I realized my power while on my knees in front of him.
Iwashis queen.
TWELVE
KONSTANTIN
My wife knelt in front of me, her eyes on me begging me for my cock.
Jesus H. Christ.
I had to be dreaming. When I came out of the bathroom, I just about spilled into my boxers seeing her in nothing but my shirt, tie, and those skimpy little panties. Her hand inside them as she pleasured herself.
For a moment, fury overwhelmed me, thinking she imagined someone else between her legs. In that tight cunt. But it was me she thought of. She begged formycock.
A growl spilled from my lips and a carnal sense of lust hardened my dick. It was so much more than lust though. It was fucking obsession. Love. Devotion.
She was mine and I was hers.
Standing up and pushing my boxers down my legs, I watched Tatiana’s pale eyes darken a shade and haze over with desire. The only time she had sucked me was that day in D.C., and I had been fantasizing about it since. It was a constant battle not to push her onto her knees and make her take my cock to the back of her throat. I loved her mouth and her sassiness, but I fucking loved her sucking my cock even more.
But I needed her to want it. To want me.
“Please Illias, give me your cock.” Tatiana’s soft voice was a melody to my ears. Like she read my thoughts and knew exactly what I wanted.
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips while her eyes were level with my rock-hard cock. She leaned over and swept her tongue over the tip of my cock, licking the precum.
My fingers dug into her blonde hair, gripping it roughly, as I groaned deep in my throat.
“Fuck, moya luna.”
“Is that okay?” She stared up at me with those eyes, like there was nothing more she wanted to do than please me.
“Fuck yeah.”
She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping at the droplets of precum. But it was her noises that were my undoing. Like sucking and licking my cock was the best thing for her. Like she loved it as much as I did.
“Mmm. I love your taste.”Holy fuck.I might fucking spill into her mouth before I got to deep throat her. “Fuck my mouth, Illias.”
I was on the verge of coming then and there. I fucking loved my wife. I had loved her for so long, I knew there was no turning back from Tatiana. And now I finally had her. The look in her eyes and her words could bring me to my knees and she didn’t even know it.
She opened her mouth wider and took me to the back of her throat. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and it was the strongest aphrodisiac that had ever hit me. The fact that she enjoyed doing this. That shewantedto do this.
The dark corners of my mind and soul filled with light that only she could give me.
Fuck the chip. Fuck the Omertà. They had my oath, but she had my heart. She’d always come before anything and anyone. No matter what.
