Page 58 of Her Darkest Possession
I slide my hands up to the waistband of Indigo's leggings, loving the way her breath catches as I curl my fingers underneath.Maintaining eye contact, I slowly tug the fabric down her hips, taking my time to savor each inch of skin that's revealed.
Her legs lift automatically as I pull the leggings all the way down, freeing one foot and then the other. My hands glide back up her bare calves, appreciating the contrast of her soft skin against my calloused palms.
I start my journey upward again, pressing my lips to her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee. Each kiss is deliberate, a silent declaration of my devotion. When I reach her thighs, I feel her tremble beneath my touch.
I look up to find her watching me, her eyes dark with desire. I've never seen anything more beautiful than Indigo like this—my wife, carrying my child, looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
My fingers trace the edge of her black lace panties, feeling the dampness that's already soaked through the delicate fabric. I hook one finger beneath the elastic and pull it aside, revealing her glistening pussy to my hungry gaze.
As I pull back, a silky string of her arousal connects the fabric to her folds, evidence of how much she wants this—wants me. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
I look up at her, making sure she sees the raw hunger in my eyes. "You're perfect," I murmur, before lowering my head between her thighs.
I give her one long, torturous lick from her entrance to her clit, savoring her taste on my tongue, the perfect mixture of heaven and sin.
And I can't get enough.
The moan that escapes her lips sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. Her fingers tighten in my hair, holding on as if she needs something to anchor her.
I continue my slow but steady feast between Indigo's legs, savoring every drop of her sweetness. Her taste is intoxicating—like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm addicted to it, to her.
"You taste so fucking sweet,britvochka," I murmur against her slick folds. "So sweet and perfect."
"Yes," she whispers, her voice already strained. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain down my spine.
I drag my tongue across her entrance in a deliberate, languid stroke before circling her clit without quite touching it. "I love feeling your thighs quiver around my head when I do this," I tell her before sucking gently on her sensitive clit.
"Yes," she gasps, louder this time. Her hips buck slightly, seeking more pressure.
But I pull back just enough, determined to drive her to the edge of madness before letting her fall. My cock throbs painfully in my pants, demanding attention, but I ignore it.
This is about her.
My queen on her throne.
"I love making you fucking moan," I growl, before diving back in to lap at her wetness. "And I can't wait to make you scream."
"Yes, yes," she chants, her breathing growing ragged.
I can feel her getting close—her thighs trembling more intensely, her pussy growing impossibly wetter. But I deliberately keep my pace maddeningly slow, alternating between light flicks of my tongue and broad strokes that never quite give her what she needs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moans, her voice a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration. Her hips rock forward, trying to increase the pressure against my mouth, seeking the release I'm denying her.
I grip her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I continue my torturous feast, drinking down every sweet drop from her soaked pussy.
I slip two fingers into Indigo's dripping pussy, curling them inside her to find that spot that makes her lose control. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight. At the same time, I suck her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," I growl against her sensitive flesh. "I could stay here for hours until I fucking drown with your taste on my lips and my tongue."
Indigo's head falls back, a gasp tearing from her throat. Her hips buck against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. But I pull back just enough to deny her the release she craves.
"Fuck you," she pants, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. "Fuck you for teasing me like this."
I chuckle against her flesh, the vibration making her thighs tremble around my head. "That's the idea,britvochka. You're the one who told me you want me to make you scream."
I continue my relentless assault on her senses, pushing her closer to the edge only to back off when she's about to fall. Her frustration builds with each denial, her curses becoming more creative, more desperate.
Suddenly, she grabs my head with both hands, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes are wild, and her cheeks flushed with need.
