Page 64 of Velvet Chains
The smirk on Serena’s face tells me she knows exactly what kind of “private time” I have in mind. She wiggles her eyebrows at Laura. “Duty calls, Lu. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
With a wink, she slips out the door, leaving me alone with my blushing wife.
Laura fidgets under my intense gaze, red staining her cheeks. She’s a fucking vision in that little sundress I picked out for her this morning, the pastel floral print hugging her tits and ass in all the right ways. The plunging V neckline offers a tantalizing peek at her cleavage.
My eyes rake over her, drinking in the sight I’ve been deprived of for far too long. Three weeks. Three goddamn weeks since I’ve had her soft skin under my hands, since I’ve heard her breathy cries as I make her come.
Laura’s tongue darts out to wet her lips. The small action sends a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.
And I’m done waiting.
“Victor, you can’t just dismiss Ser like that,” she protests weakly, even as her eyes betray her hunger. “She’s my best friend. We were in the middle of catching up…”
“You belong to me, and that’s all the reason I need,” I growl, stalking toward her. Three long weeks of pent-up need have me half-crazed. I crowd her against the wall, caging her in with my arms. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I want you, kiska. Now.”
Her green eyes darken with desire even as she halfheartedly pushes at my chest. “Someone could walk in…”
I wedge a thigh between her legs, pressing against her core. She’s so tiny I could pick her up with one hand. “Then I guess you’d better keep quiet,” I murmur against her ear. “Can you do that for me, kiska? Be a good girl?”
She shivers, hands fisting in my shirt. “You’re impossible,” she whispers, but there’s no heat behind the words.
“You fucking love it.” I nip at her earlobe, relishing her sharp intake of breath. “Just like you’re going to love taking my cock. It’s been too damn long, princess.”
Fuck catching up with friends. Fuck propriety.
At this moment, nothing exists but her—my sweet, responsive wife.
“Victor, please…”
I rock my hips into hers, letting her feel how hard I am.
“Kiska, this is what you do to me.”I let her know how badly I crave her tight heat wrapped around me. She mewls softly, and it takes every ounce of control not to rip that fucking dress off and plunge into her right here.
But I want to take my time with her.
I want to make her shake and scream, want to wring every ounce of pleasure from her gorgeous body until she can’t remember her own damn name. Until the only word on her pretty lips is mine.
I skim my hands down her sides to cup her ass, kneading the firm globes. “Jump,” I command roughly. She obeys instantly, wrapping her legs around my waist as I lift her. The skirt of her dress rides up, exposing her creamy thighs. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her.
Pinning her to the wall with my hips, I claim her mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth. She whimpers into it, clinging to my shoulders. I can smell her arousal, that sweet musky scent that drives me out of my fucking mind.
“Please,” she pants when I release her lips to blaze a trail of hot kisses down the column of her throat. “Please, Victor, I need you.”
“I know, kiska,” I rasp against her skin. “Gonna give you what you need. Gonna fill this greedy little cunt so fucking deep.”
She moans, her back arching as I suck a mark into the swell of her breast.
Mine.
I toss Laura onto the plush sofa cushions like a ragdoll, standing over her with a predatory gleam in my eye. She looks up at me, chest heaving, green eyes cloudy with lust. That damn sundress is riding up her thighs, giving me a peek at the lacy panties barely covering her sweet cunt.
“Take ‘em off,” I command, my voice a low rasp. “Slowly.”
Never breaking eye contact, she reaches under her skirt, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shimmying them down her legs. The dress falls back into place, draping over her mound, but I know she’s bare and glistening underneath, waiting for my aching cock.
Sprawled out like a fucking offering, trembling with need, I’ve never wanted to ruin a woman so badly. I palm myself through my slacks, my erection straining against the fabric. Laura’s gaze darts down to my crotch, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. Christ, the things I want to do to that filthy mouth…
“Like what you see, baby?” I give myself a rough squeeze, groaning at the friction. “Want to see what you do to me?”
