Page 63 of Of Murder and Matrimony

I chuckled, low and triumphant, then added a twisting motion to my fingers as I assaulted her clit with my tongue, lashing it again and again until she was a sobbing, sopping mess beneath my lips. The long, low sound coming from her differed from her other moans, and I knew she sat on the edge of that elusive orgasm once more. This time, I didn’t stop. I propelled her into a violent release, her pubic bone smashing into my nose as she came all over me.

I winced, but didn’t pull away. A little pain was worth it to have my wife sated at my fingertips. She sighed and relaxed into the bed as I gentled my motions and pulled my fingers free from her pussy, sucking them clean as she watched.

“Turn over,” I ordered, smacking her outer thigh soundly.

“My legs don’t work,” Olesya protested weakly, raising one knee only to have it drop listlessly back to the bed.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, ignoring her squeal as I positioned her ass high in the air. She scrambled to turn her face to the side and avoid getting suffocated by her pillow. Without warning, I slammed into her from behind, soaking in the sound of her screams as I pounded her drenched pussy.

“Take it, mia fantasma,” I growled, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. I wanted that. Wanted to see my marks on her pale, pristine flesh. “Fucking take it like a good little wife.”

Fuck, did she ever. Olesya relaxed, letting me slide even deeper. I groaned as I hit the back of her, stimulating the over-sensitive head of my cock. I knew I was dripping precum into her already, could feel it combining with her own arousal and squelching out around my dick.

When her legs were steadier, I took one hand and gathered her hair, wrapping the shiny blonde locks around my fist and pulling her back so she was arched, anchoring her there as I tried my best to ruin her. My thighs and ass ached, and every muscle in my body tensed as I tried to hold off my release. The possessive side of me demanded I make her come again, soak my cock as I filled her with my seed.

The idea of her belly swelling with my child warmed my chest like wildfire. I pulled her hair until she was looking back at me. Fuck, I could get lost in those gorgeous pools of blue.

“Tell me you want this,” I said, my voice desperate. “Tell me you want my come.”

“Fuck, Dante,” she moaned as I slammed into her again. “Please. Fucking fill me with your come. I want to feel it dripping out of me the rest of the day.”

Growling, I pressed my body against hers until she lay flat on her stomach, my legs straddling hers as I held her down. “You’d better not let a single drop out if I fill you.”

“Not how it works,” she gasped as the angle of penetration changed. “It’s science.”

I slipped a hand under her hips and between her legs, finding her engorged clit and mercilessly circling it with my fingers. “Fuck science. I own this pussy. She’ll do what I want.”

Olesya tipped her ass up, and I took advantage, pressing my thumb against her tight, puckered back hole.

“Dante, no,” she whispered, trying to wriggle away from the sensation. It was futile. I had her pinned under my weight, leaving her helpless and at my mercy.

“Lucky for you, I’m not a complete monster,” I murmured. “When I fuck your ass, I’ll use lube.”

That didn’t stop me from circling her forbidden hole, stimulating the nerves there, and taking advantage of what it did to Olesya. Her pussy got tighter, her entire body going rigid just before she fell apart, shuddering with the force of her second orgasm. I couldn’t take it any longer. My release rushed up my shaft, exploding deep inside her as I collapsed, catching myself before I crushed her completely.

It was the quiet in the aftermath of the storm of my need, my obsession. I listened to our breathing slow while the sweat slicked between our bodies cooled. My cock softened, slipping out of Olesya, and I rocked back onto my heels in time to catch the milky liquid seeping out of her pussy, gently pressing it back inside, deep enough that it didn’t emerge a second time.

“There,” I said, satisfied. “Keep that where it belongs.”

Olesya rolled over, staring up at me with half-lidded eyes. “I told you, I don’t have control over that. Gravity is a force you can’t fight.”

“I guess I’ll just have to fill you up again later, then,” I conceded, climbing off the bed and tugging Olesya to my chest. I loved how her body fit against mine. How soft and warm she was to my colder, hard demeanor. She balanced me perfectly.

My lips brushed against her forehead, then I led her to the bathroom and indulged in a leisurely shower, where I made her come again on my fingers.

By the time we dressed—Olesya in a flowing tan dress and me in my black suit—and made it downstairs, breakfast time had passed. Martina saved a plate of pastries for us, and I made two cups of coffee, making it the way Olesya liked, with cream and sugar.

I asked how the makeshift clinic was going, even though Diego updated me daily on what happened when Olesya was in her office. I wanted to hear it from my wife’s lips and listen to her thoughts and feelings. Her happiness made my day better.

After we finished our food, I stood and stretched, still sore from our morning adventure. Taking her plate and cup with mine, I rinsed them and set them in the sink. Olesya wiped down the table, then followed me from the kitchen.

“Are you sure they want me there?” she asked, trailing after me as I opened the front door.

I glanced back over my shoulder and saw the uncertainty on her face. “I talked with Niccolò. Mia said to bring you, so that’s what I’m doing. I figure you can tell me if my brother is doing as well as he claims.”

“I’m not a rehab expert,” she pointed out as I opened the rear door of the SUV for her and climbed in after. “All I’ll be able to determine is whether the scarring looks normal, his pain level, and range of motion.”

“That’s more than I can do.” I shrugged and settled in for the ride to my brother’s house. Olesya watched out the windows, no doubt tracking where we were as we passed through the city and into the gated community.

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