The way I felt right now?
How had he survived it for so long?
But we didn’t have to feel that way anymore. I clawed at the ties, freed my hands! Never gazing away from him, from his twisting fist and rippling muscles, I began to tear at the knots around my knees. “Please, wait . . .”
And then I was free.
Brows drawn tight, he groaned in anticipation, in . . . pain.
I could ease it. Devour him. Drain him. Ignoring the twinges in my muscles, I scrambled up.
A split second later I was on my knees before him, my nails embedded in his pecs, his length sucked deep into my throat.
His roar shook the room like thunder. As he continued yelling to the ceiling, I bathed his c*ck with my tongue, worshipping it. Impaled my throat with that broad head. Moaned with every hint of cum.
I raked my nails down his torso, then used one hand to clench his ass, the other to heft his heavy testicles.
He buried his fingers in my hair. In a voice so rough I barely recognized it, he murmured Russian to me.
Ordering me to keep milking him with my hungry little mouth.
Informing me that he would gladly do murder to possess me.
Declaring that my body belonged to him alone.
His unguarded words were about to send me over the edge when he grated, “You will wait for me . . . wait for my seed on your tongue.”
His dusky sac tightened in my palm as his body prepared for release. I didn’t think the meaty girth of his c*ck could get any thicker between my lips. Then it did. That swelling of se**n was right below the crown.
“Look at me, milaya.”
I peered up to find him frozen, his face a mask of agony, his body captured in perfect strain. As I tongued him, our gazes locked. For what felt like eternity, we were held suspended.
Then to the sound of his anguished bellow, heat jetted against the back of my throat.
He began thrusting furiously. I gripped his ass with both my hands to feel his muscles flexing as he worked to spend every last drop inside me.
“You”—thrust—“are”—thrust—“mine.”
With his cum on my tongue—my permission—I dipped my fingers to my cl*t and gave one sensuous slippery stroke.
Orgasm. Exploding. Clenching bliss. Fingers drawing it out, wringing more spasms. Fuck. Fuck! Tears streamed down my face as I swallowed him, drinking till he was emptied and shuddering, rubbing my pu**y until I was too sensitive for more. . . .
Still gently sucking on him, I rested my cheek against his thigh. With infinite tenderness, he caressed my face. Now I was sated.
When his softening c*ck slipped out of my mouth, a drop of se**n dribbled down my chin. He swiped it with his thumb. With an expression like awe on his face, he gave it back to my waiting tongue.
As I gazed up at him and sucked his thumb, his eyes darkened with possession.
Deep. Brutal. Never-ending.
He regarded me like I was a trapped thing, already his to enjoy.
Never-ending. Never-ending. Never-ending.
Dear God, what had I done?
Chapter 21