Page 38 of Poisoned Vows

I don’t understand what he means at first. I’m too focused on trying to stay covered—the robe has long since been lost, and I had nothing but the sheet—but Nikolai pulls it away, revealing my bare, cum-soaked skin to his hungry gaze.

He kneels between my legs, his hands pressing almost gently against my inner thighs as he opens them, and he lets out a low groan.

“You do look tender.” His fingers lightly stroke my outer folds, and I grit my teeth against a gasp that could be pleasure or pain; I’m not sure which. It all feels muddled right now. “I can help you with that.”

“I don’t—” I swallow hard as he leans down, his fingers lightly stroking my bruised inner flesh as he holds my legs open—and then I feel the warm caress of his tongue as he presses his mouth gently between my thighs.

It startles me into silence. I hadn’t expected gentleness or pleasure. I saw how hard he was, and I didn’t think he would put off his own need to tend to me—or dothis. I’d honestly never imagined anyone doing this to me.

I didn’t think the man I was sold to for my father’s advancement would care enough to pleasure me with his mouth. I couldn’t imagine it was something men really liked doing. And I certainly didn’t think Nikolai would.

But hemoansas his tongue slides over my pussy, as if it’s turning him on. His tongue slides against my entrance, licking lightly, as if he is trying to soothe away the soreness. It feels warm and wet and so fuckinggood, and I feel myself tremble as I try to hold back any sign that I’m enjoying it.

Nikolai lets out a slow sigh, his mouth leaving my pussy for a moment as he looks up at me, his hair falling messily into his face. “There’s no point in pretending you don’t like it,krolik,” he tells me, his voice almost exasperated. “Just let it feel good.”

But Ican’t.

He doesn’t understand that admitting to the pleasure would be giving in. It would be giving him an inch that I know he’ll run with, demanding more and more of me until he gets me to admit that I want his cock, that it feels good, that Ilikewhen he fucks me. He’d push and push, if I gave him the slightest satisfaction in admitting that the hot, wet slide of his tongue over my pussy feels like fucking heaven.

I’mdefinitelynot admitting that.

But I also know that if he keeps doing this, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming. And he’llknow.

He knew when I came for him last night. My cheeks burn all over again, remembering it. How his fingers felt on my clit. He knew just how to touch me, and I hate that the thought that he knows because he’s pleasured so many other women makes me jealous.

It’s just because it’s not fair,I tell myself.It was so important that I be a virgin, but god only knows how many women he’s fucked. It’s not because I care that he’s done this to someone else.

I’d tried so hard to keep from responding. But it had felt so fuckinggood. Better than my own fingers. He’d found exactly the way I liked it, when I barely even know. And when he’d done it again while he was inside of me—

His cock had hurt. I’d been right that it was too big. But something about that stretch, the fullness of it, had feltgood, too. I can see how in time, after getting used to it, it could be incredible.

Except I don’t want to get used to it. I don’t. I don’t want to come again with his cock filling me up and his fingers on my—

Nikolai picks that moment to run his tongue over my clit, swirling it in a way that makes my back arch and my mouth drop open as I suck in a sharp breath, and I feel his lips curl in a smile against my flesh.

I can just imagine the self-satisfied look on his fucking face.

But I can’t think of anything to say. He’s still fluttering his tongue over me, circling it, repeating the pattern until the muscles in my thighs tense and my hands claw at the sheets, and IknowI’m giving him what he wants, letting him see how good it feels—but I can’t stop.

I can’t stop, and I can’t fucking tell him to stop either, because I want to come.

I want to come on his face while he licks me.

His tongue keeps up the slow circles, better than my fingers, better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. My head falls back against the pillows, my lips parted on a gasp, and I feel the moment I come unraveled on his tongue.

It’s all I can do not to moan his name. I clench my teeth, fighting back the cries of pleasure, and the worst part is that Iknowhe’s right, that if I let myself go, it would feel even better than this. It could be evenmore, and I want it so badly. I want to know what that feels like—

The orgasm crashes through me, my thighs tensing around his head as he keeps stroking his tongue over me, extending the pleasure, making it more than I ever thought it could possibly be. His hands grab my inner thighs, forcing them down on the bed, forcing me to lay there spread open for him, and as I buck against his face, I feel him take one hand off of my leg and thrust two fingers inside of me.

It sends a jolt of pain through me from the soreness, but there’s pleasure, too. He curls his fingers inside of me, stroking more gently than he did with his cock last night. I feel the orgasm ebb and then build again, his tongue still sliding over my hot, swollen flesh throughout all of it, sending me into a second wave of pleasure as he expertly plays my body like a well-tuned instrument.

My jaw hurts from how tightly I’m clenching my teeth, trying to keep from moaning, crying out his name. A whimper slips from between my lips, my hips bucking upwards, and Nikolai keeps me pinned there, forcing the pleasure on me until I’m limp and breathless.

The fingers inside of me slip free as I look up at him, still panting as he pulls away from my oversensitive clit, his hand wrapping around his stiff cock. For a second, I think he’s going to push inside of me anyway, but instead, he starts to stroke, looking down at me with a heated expression on his face.

His fingers still have my arousal on them, stroking over his cock, and something about that sends a jolt of desire through me that I know I shouldn’t feel. I’m trembling from a mixture of exhaustion, fear, and arousal. I can’t move as Nikolai’s hips jerk forward and shudder, his body leaning over mine as his cum splashes over my belly for the second time since last night.

He arches forward, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit as hot cum spills over me, and I see the satisfied expression that spreads over his face along with the pleasure as he groans, his hand sliding along his length.

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