Page 22 of Velvet Chains
His lips twitch, a hint of amusement softening his features. “Don’t get used to it, kiska. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
I let out a shaky laugh, trying to calm the riot of butterflies in my stomach.
“Well, I suppose I can find it in my generous heart to accept your apology. Even if it was a bit lacking in the groveling department.”
Victor arches a brow. “Groveling, huh? You’re a demanding little thing.”
“You have no idea,” I shoot back, feeling a smile curling my lips despite myself.
And with that reassurance between us, something shifts in the air.
Slowly, I guide his head down to mine, our lips meeting in a kiss that starts soft and sweet but quickly ignites into something deeper, more urgent. I part my lips, inviting him in, and he responds with a groan, his tongue sliding against mine in a sensual dance.
“Fuck, you make me so horny,” he growls softly.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is insane.
I’m insane.
But I can’t deny the hunger clawing at my insides, the need to feel his skin against mine, consequences be damned.
His hands are everywhere, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples through the lace until I’m arching into his touch, silently begging for more.
“Victor,” I pant as he bites down on my neck, marking me as his.
“Quiet,” Victor commands, his hand gripping my jaw firmly as his thumb brushes over my parted lips. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, wife. Until you’re trembling and begging for mercy.”
“Please,” I whimper, arching against him wantonly. I moan as he moves up, nipping at my earlobe.
“Touch yourself for me, wife,” he instructs, and I comply.
My panties are drenched, clinging to my skin as I frantically seek out my throbbing clit. My fingers move in small circles, desperate for release, as I moan softly.
He pulls back and raises himself up to kiss me again. Our tongues entwine with a fiery passion as his hands expertly work their way under my bra, freeing one of my breasts. His strong hand caresses the soft flesh, kneading and massaging it before his mouth descends upon my nipple.
As his lips and tongue continue their skilled ministrations, I let out a soft moan and shut my eyes in pleasure. I keep rubbing my clit, matching the intensity of his touch.
“Yes, just like that,” I gasp as his hands pull my panties aside, and two fingers penetrate inside of me. “Ohhh…” I gasp, the sensation driving me wild.
He begins pumping his fingers deep and hard as I circle my clit at the same pace, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans in response. “I can feel your pussy clamping around my fingers.” His voice is rough with desire. He increases the speed of his movements, and I match it, my hips rocking back and forth as he drives me toward the brink.
My hips move in harmony with his touch, chasing the climax that’s building within me.
“Fuck, fuck,” I whimper, feeling the intensity building. And then it hits me like a tidal wave—an explosion of pleasure that leaves me sobbing and shaking.
“My God, I love to see you come,” he exclaims breathlessly as his hands continue their delicious torment, prolonging my aftershocks.
Shit, that was fast.
Too fast.
I’ve never come so hard, so quickly. Fuck, what is this man doing to me? I barely recognize myself anymore.
A rough growl tears from Victor’s throat, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
