Page 112 of Velvet Chains
“Turn around,” he commands, and I eagerly comply, knowing what is coming next. I get on all fours for him, my ass high in the air, anticipation coursing through my veins. I turn my face to look at him. Victor’s body is a sight to behold, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat as he positions himself behind me.
His cock presses against my slick entrance, and I arch my back, eager for him to take me.
And he does, in one swift thrust that fills me completely. I can’t help but cry out at the feeling of being stretched and filled by him.
He begins to move inside me, his strong hands on my hips as he pulls me onto him with each thrust. I push back against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts between thrusts. I sobin response, urging him on even harder.
Victor groans. I feel his cock pulsating, our moans echoing through the room as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m coming again.” Gripping onto the sheets, unable to contain my moans as he continues to drive deeper and deeper inside of me. His hand reaches around to rub circles on my clit, intensifying the sensations even more.
“Oh God, yes!” I cry out, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck yes, kiska, I can feel your pussy so fucking tight on my cock,” Victor growls in my ear as he picks up his pace.“I’m coming too,” he utters.
With one final thrust, we reach our peak together, with him giving a hoarse shout as he spills himself inside me. And then he’s collapsing on top of me, his weight a warm, welcome burden.
We stay like that for a long moment, our hearts pounding in tandem as we catch our breath. Victor presses soft, gentle kisses to my ear, my neck, my shoulder. Each one feels like a promise, a silent vow.
Eventually, reluctantly, he rolls off me, gathering me close to his side. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
“I have something for you,” he says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
I lift my head, my eyebrows pulling together in confusion. “What is it?”
He reaches over to the nightstand, picking up a velvet box. My heart skips a beat as he hands it to me, a small, almost shy smile on his face.
I hesitate, then reach to open the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, is a necklace. The same necklace he gave me on our wedding day, the delicate gold chain and single diamond pendant. Only now, the pendant is surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds, glittering in the soft light of the bedroom.
“Victor,” I breathe, my eyes filling with tears. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” he murmurs, taking the necklace from the box. “May I?”
I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. I sit up, sweeping my hair to the side as he fastens the chain around my neck. The pendant settles just above my breasts, the diamonds catching the light with every breath.
“Perfect,” Victor says, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re perfect, kiska.”
I turn to face him, my heart in my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper, my hand coming up to touch the necklace. “For this, for everything.”
He kisses me then, soft and sweet and full of unspoken promises. And for a moment, everything is perfect.
Suddenly, his phone starts buzzing violently inside the pants thrown on the floor.
I groan as he pulls away from me, my body already missing his warmth. I watch him as he stands, his muscles rippling under his skin as he reaches for his phone. His jaw clenches as he reads the message, a flicker of anger crossing his face.
I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. “What is it?” I ask, my voice still thick with sleep and satisfaction.
He doesn’t answer right away, his fingers flying over the screen as he types out a response. I long for him to come back to bed, to wrap me in his arms, and lose ourselves in each other again.
But a shadow crosses his face, and I feel a sudden, sinking sense of dread.
“Laura,” he says, his voice grave. “I have to go. There’s something I need to take care of.”
“What?” I blink, confusion and fear warring in my chest. “What do you mean? Where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you.” He cups my face in his hands, his eyes intense and apologetic. “But I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. And when I return, we’ll talk. About everything.”
