She nods, absorbing the information I’m giving her.
“Just focus on me and don’t get stuck in your head. Forget everything you’ve been taught and let me guide you through it.”
A smile curves her mouth. “I’d like that very much.”
“Good.” I lean down and give her lips a seductive lick before my teeth nip at them. “Take off your clothes.”
“Everything?” she gasps, the air hitting my mouth.
I pull back an inch and lock eyes with her. “Yes. Strip for me like the good little wife you are.”
I reach behind her and pull down the zipper of her dress to make things easier for her, then take a few steps backward so I can enjoy the show.
Yuki pulls the fabric over her shoulders, and I murmur, “Slower.”
As the fabric glides over her skin and slips lower to reveal her bra to me, I move to the nearest couch and sit down.
The dress falls and pools at Yuki’s feet as she steps out of her shoes, then she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. I can feel my pupils dilating as my gaze sharpens on her, so I don’t miss a single second. I drink in the sight of her soft swells, and as the silk moves down, her perky nipples.
“Fuck,” I hiss, reaching for my lap to adjust my cock as it grows painfully hard. I’m salivating at the mouth to sink my teeth into the rosy buds.
Her fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, and I notice they’re fucking soaked through.
“I love how wet you are for me,” I praise her. “Let me see your pussy, my love.”
My breaths become shallow, my chest rising and falling as anticipation tenses my muscles.
Torturously slow, she pushes the silk down, and a groan rumbles from me at the sight of the neat strip of curls.
When her panties join the heap on the floor, I order, “Come closer.”
As she walks toward me, my eyes sweep greedily over every inch of her body, and once she’s standing between my legs, I place my hands on her hips.
“You are an exquisite sight, and I’m going to enjoy getting to know every inch of you.” Noticing scars on her side, I ask, “What happened here?”
“I was stabbed in an assassination attempt last year.”
Jesus. No one will ever hurt her again as long as I have breath in my lungs.
I press a kiss to the scars, and unable to wait a second longer, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Yuki grabs hold of my shoulders, and when I suck and bite to my heart’s content, her fingers dig into my jacket.
I rub my hands up and down her outer thighs, hips, and waist, memorizing the shape of her body while I give her other breast the same attention.
Pure fucking lust roars through my abdomen and cock, the need to fuck her, almost sending me over the edge.
With a groan, I free her nipple and press my forehead to her stomach so I can catch my breath while waiting for the intense need to lessen a little.
It doesn’t help when I move my hands to her ass and palm her cheeks.
“You need to move away from me,” I tell her, my voice thick and ravenous. “I’m not strong enough to let go.”
Yuki extracts her body from my hold, and walking to the side table, she pours some whiskey into a tumbler. I watch as she takes a sip before she brings the drink to me.
Taking it from her, I swallow it all in one go, and as the alcohol burns down my throat, my gaze sweeps over her again.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I set the tumbler on the little round table beside the couch, then order, “Turn in a slow circle for me.”
