Page 73 of Gamble with Me
"Oh, shit," I whispered, unable to almost catch my breath. It was the wildest orgasm I’d ever experienced. My body felt weightless, and my soul momentarily left my body for sure.
"Your pussy is delicious, Valeria," Zefarin breathed between the small kisses he placed around my wet center. "I can't get enough of it."
If I hadn't been so drained, I probably would've blushed. No one ever praised me so much. But I was depleted of every ounce of energy. I could barely inhale and exhale without feeling devoured.
"Did you enjoy my tongue as much as I enjoyed your pussy, mon cœur?" my tormentor asked, kissing his way up my abdomen, through my breasts and neck, until he finished on my lips. I didn't answer. I was too exhausted. I reciprocated his tender kiss, tasting my juices when I licked my lips, and a tiny smile tugged on my mouth.
"It was amazing," I muttered, lying limp with my hands still tied. He freed them but left the scarf over my eyes, and I didn't even try to remove it. I’d made my peace with him concealing his face from me. I believed he would show it to me when he was ready.
"I'm not done with you yet, Valeria," he whispered against my earlobe, cradling my wrists in his hand and pinning them above my head. My arms were sore, but I was more preoccupied with his plans than my aching muscles.
"You'll be my doom," I murmured, gently biting his chin as I felt his colossal body hovering over me. His cock poked my thigh, and while still exhausted, my pussy clenched in anticipation of some good pounding.
"I told you before that I'll be the only man on your mind." He kissed my temple, forcing a smile on my lips. "I'll be the one these eyes want to see." He placed two kisses on the scarf above my eyes, making my eyelids flutter. "And I'll be the last man those lascivious lips will ever kiss." He connected our lips in a long, loving kiss that thawed my heart like ice in the sun.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back, and he moved down so our bodies melted together. I rubbed myself against him, craving the feel of him everywhere on me and in me.
As if reading my thoughts, he entered me, and I moaned into his mouth in satisfaction. He nibbled my lower lip, pushing me into the mattress with his torturously slow thrusts.
"Let me touch you," I pleaded, trying to free my hands from his hold. He allowed it after a few moments of a fight, and I instantly enveloped myself around him like a snake.
Effortlessly, Zefarin lifted us, and while we were still connected, he sat me on his lap. His cock pierced my pussy, burying into the depths of my body.
"Ride me, baby," he commanded in a strained voice, holding my hips when I circled them.
I grasped his shoulders for support, and he helped me move up and down his shaft. Tilting my head back, I relished every thrust of his hips. The piercing of his cock hit my inner walls, adding additional pleasure to my already overwhelmed body. We moaned in unison, lost in bliss, while our bodies sang the sensual melody.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Zefarin whispered, quickening my rhythm. I dug my nails into his firm back, feeling my pussy muscles tightening around his cock.
Everything in me was prepared for another explosion, and I knew he was almost there, too. I felt his throbbing dick. His heavy breathing resonated through the open space. His hands gripped my hips with a bruising force. We would climb to heaven together.
I finished with another wall-crushing scream, and he quickly followed. He spread his load into me with a few loud groans that were nothing compared to my wails.
Zefarin's face was buried in my neck. His breathing fanned my skin while I panted, and my body trembled from exhaustion.
"You're the best rider, mon cœur," he breathed, and I laughed, exhaling the last remains of any energy I had left in my poor, drained body.
Clinging to him, I kissed his forehead and brushed his sweaty hair. My chest pressed against him, and I enjoyed the delicate pecks he placed on my shoulder until my breathing evened, but I wasn't ready to let go.
"I want to see your face," I whispered, pressing my cheek to the side of his head.
"Soon, Valeria," he replied, kissing me under my chin.
"Promise?" I breathed desperately, overcoming the urge to cry. The sudden surge of feelings took me entirely by surprise, and he reacted immediately, probably sensing the change in my voice.
"I swear, mon cœur." He broke free from my tight grip, cupping my cheeks. "I can't live without you."
Before he claimed my mouth in yet another passionate kiss, I thought the same.
I can't live without you, either.
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Zyon
"We need to speed up the plan," I announced impatiently, looking over the table at my brothers. Dorian casually chewed his chocolate croissant while Malin played with his oatmeal. None of them looked surprised by my words.
"How much speed are we talking about?" Malin asked, wrinkling his nose after sniffing the spoonful of food. The new cook had no clue that he hated vanilla, which had been floating over the table the entire morning.
