Water droplets cling to his chest and shoulders, rolling down his skin in a way that makes my mouth go dry even though I'm still mad at him.
He catches me looking and smirks. "See something you like?" I roll my eyes, turning back to my phone. "I've seen better." He laughs, the sound low and deep, and walks toward the bed. The mattress dips as he climbs on, crawling toward me like a predator stalking prey, and settles beside me close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
"What are you watching?" he asks, peering at my screen. "Just some silly video."
"Hmm." His hand lands on my thigh and his fingers start tracing lazy circles on my bare skin. "Doesn't look very interesting." I force my eyes to stay on the screen, ignoring the way my pulse picks up at his touch. "It's not." His hand slides higher and pushes the hem of my shirt up while his lips brush against my shoulder. "Can we do it again today?" he murmurs against my skin. "We already did it yesterday," I snort.
"I'm not satisfied."
"That sounds like a you problem." He groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder. "Iris." "What?" He lifts his head and I can see genuine frustration in his eyes. "You already agreed to be my wife. Sex is part of the duties of a wife, is it not?" Finally, I put my phone down and turn to face him. "Maybe in the old world," I say. "But in this world, I hold the power." His eyes narrow. "Is that so?"
"Did you forget?" I ask, tilting my head and letting a slow smile spread across my face. "I had you by the balls yesterday, literally, and you couldn't even think straight. So let me remindyou, Ilay. I hold the power when it comes to the bedroom, and you hold the power outside of it." He stares at me, and I watch the war playing out behind his eyes. Part of him wants to argue, to take control, to flip me over and have his way with me. But he knows I'm right. "So no," I continue, "you will not be fucking me tonight." His jaw works as he processes that. "Then what—"
"But." I cut him off. "I will be getting my pleasure from you." His expression transforms instantly, frustration giving way to something darker and hungrier.
"What do you want me to do?" Holding his gaze, I lean back against the pillows and spread my legs slowly. I'm not wearing anything underneath. His eyes drop between my thighs and I watch his throat bob as he swallows hard.
"Eat me," I tell him.
His smile is wicked, almost feral. "Gladly."
He moves fast, grabbing my thighs and yanking me down the bed until I'm flat on my back before pushing my legs apart with his shoulders, spreading me wide. Then his mouth is on me and I gasp at the first touch of his tongue, hot and wet and so fucking good.
But I refuse to give him the satisfaction of my full attention. Not yet. I pick up my phone and scroll past the stupid video, looking for something else, anything else. He notices immediately, pausing with his breath hot against my core. "Are you seriously looking at your phone right now?"
"Mhmm." He growls and the vibration travels through my most sensitive flesh before he doubles his efforts. His tongue drags through my wetness, circling my clit before dipping lower to lick into me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
I force my eyes to stay on my phone even though I'm barely seeing the screen and my fingers are trembling, refusing to let him know how good it feels. Two fingers slide inside me while his tongue works my clit, and the stretch is perfect, the pressure landing exactly where I need it. Still, I refuse to look at him.
He changes the angle of his fingers and curls them up, searching, until he finds it. That spot. My phone slips from my fingers. "Oh fuck," I breathe, not even caring anymore that he's won. My hands shoot down to grab fistfuls of his hair, pushing his face harder against me.
He groans into me and the vibration makes me see stars as I grind against his mouth. "Right there," I gasp out. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop." And he doesn't. His tongue is hungry and relentless, lapping at me while his fingers pump in and out. The obscene sounds of how wet I am fill the room, his nose pressing against my clit with every movement, and I'm losing my mind.
I feel his arm moving beneath him and hear the muffled groan vibrating against my flesh. He's touching himself, I realize. Stroking his cock while he eats me out. The thought sends another rush of wetness through me. He pulls back to kiss down lower, his tongue circling my other hole, and I nearly arch off the bed entirely. "Ilay—" He doesn't let me finish. His mouth returns to my pussy, sucking my clit between his lips while his fingers fuck me faster and deeper, his free hand gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise as he holds me spread open. The pressure builds and builds until I'm squeezing my eyes shut with my teeth clenched so hard my jaw aches. My hips roll against his face, riding his tongue, chasing the release hovering just out of reach.
"I'm close," I pant. "Fuck, I'm so close." He moans against me, his fingers curling at exactly the right angle, and that's it.
I shatter completely.
My whole body seizes as the orgasm crashes through me in wave after wave of pleasure, so intense I can't breathe or think or do anything except hold onto his hair and shake apart against his mouth. He works me through the aftershocks, lapping up everything I give him. Gentler now, but not stopping until I push weakly at his head.
When he pulls back, his chin and lips are glistening with my arousal.
His eyes are wild, chest heaving. "Come here," he says roughly, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him, and before I can ask what he's doing I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Just the tip, barely inside. "Ilay—" He groans and his whole body shudders as I feel him pulsing, hot and wet, his release spilling inside me even though he's barely entered me at all. He stays there for a long moment, his forehead resting against my stomach as his breathing comes out ragged.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are dark and satisfied. "I will never come outside of your pussy ever again," he tells me, his voice low and deadly serious. "I meant what I said. I want us to have a baby, so even if you deny me sex, even if I have to jerk myself off, I'm finishing inside you. Every single time."
He climbs off the bed and disappears into the bathroom, then comes back holding a warm washcloth. He cleans me up carefully, gently, wiping away the mess between my thighs before cleaning himself, tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, and climbing back into bed beside me.
He pulls me against his chest and wraps his arm around my waist. "Tomorrow, we go home," he murmurs into my hair.
Home. Russia. I close my eyes and let sleep pull me under.
Chapter 46
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