Victor’s breath caught, his hand coming up to cradle her head against his chest for a moment. Then he tipped her face up to his and claimed her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. It was fierce and possessive yet achingly tender. And he had regained complete control.
She realized then that the difference in their ages was not merely physical. Victor had lived through horrors she could scarcely imagine, had seen death and suffering on a scale that had shaped him into the man who now held her. His control, his need for order, his protective instincts were all forged in the crucible of war. And somehow, that knowledge made her feel safe in his hands, sheltered by his strength and experience.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes had darkened with need. “On your knees, little one.”
As she sank to her knees on the plush carpet, Olivia felt a strange sense of rightness in the position. Victor stood before her, towering above her kneeling form.
His eyes darkened as he gazed down at her.
He continued undressing, removing his breeches and stockings until he stood fully naked before her. His manhood sprang forth, hard and thick, intimidating in its size.
“Have you done this before?” Victor asked, one hand coming to rest on her head.
Olivia hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.”
A flicker of what looked like jealousy crossed his face before his expression smoothed once more. “Show me.”
Her first awkward attempts earned his patient guidance, his hands directing her movements with the same calm authority he brought to all their interactions.
“Relax your throat,” Victor instructed. “Breathe deeply through your nose. When I press against the back of your throat, swallow. It will help ease the way.”
Olivia followed his directions, taking him deeper as his fingers tangled in her hair.
“That’s it,” Victor encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take more. Good girl.”
There it was again—that praise that seemed to light up some long-dormant part of her soul. Good girl. Two simple words that somehow made her feel cherished and valued, protected and desired all at once.
“You are going to learn to take all of me. Even down your throat. I’ll fuck your mouth every day if that is what it takes, little one.”
He thrust into her mouth, rocking his hips into her while he held her head in place. “Fuck, you’re going to be a fast study.”
She felt how her body heated from pleasing him, and moaned around his cock.
Victor withdrew and looked down at her. “You are enjoying sucking my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” her voice came out breathy.
He pushed his cock back into her mouth and began thrusting against her face. She sucked as hard as she could, using her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft.
“I shouldn’t allow you to come after your behavior at dinner. It will only spoil you. But if you can keep from gagging while I fuck your gorgeous mouth, I’ll allow you to come.”
She wanted to come more than anything. She didn’t care how it happened ... only that it did. If he made her wait, she would go mad.
He didn’t relent, thrusting his hips hard, groaning under his breath while she fought to breathe through her nose and not allow herself even the smallest of gags.
Suddenly, he quickly withdrew himself from her mouth and lifted her from the floor. Spinning her around, he forced hertorso down on the bed and she released a loud moan as his cock filled her slick entrance.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” she moaned.
“Such a good, grateful girl,” he ground out as he thrust against her so hard that his thighs slapping the back of hers made a loud sound. “As much as I wanted to watch you swallow my seed, there will be plenty of time for that once you carry my child.”
She was already close. He was hitting just the right spot in that position, and it would quickly send her over the edge. “May I come, Your Grace?”
“Does my little one like being taken by her husband?”
“Yes, Your Grace. Very much so.”
He groaned, but slowed his pace. He was teasing her.
