Page 111 of Velvet Chains
I feel my cheeks warm up, realizing I’ve been caught. “Not long. Actually—it’s evening,” I correct him, lowering my head a bit. “I was just… lost in thought.”
“About what?” He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“About us. About this crazy situation we’ve found ourselves in.” I bite my lip, suddenly uncertain. “Victor, what are we doing? What is this… thing between us?”
He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze searching mine. “Be my wife, Laura,” he finally says, his voice low.
I chuckle softly, touching his face. “I am your wife, silly.”
His words catch in his throat as he tries to express himself.“I mean, I want you… and the baby,” he finally manages to say, taking a deep breath. “I mean it, Laura Anne Thompson, marry me—for real.”
Damn it, here come the tears again.
Fighting them back, I steady my trembling hands before placing one softly on his chest. “Okay,” I whisper.
Inside my head, the words are clear and urgent: I love you, Victor. More than anything else.
But I hold them back, scared to say them out loud.
I reach up, my hand gently cradling his face, thumb caressing his cheek. “There’s so much I want to say, so much I feel for you, but I just… I can’t get the words out.”
He captures my hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He presses a fierce, hot kiss to my palm, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
“Let me show you,” he growls, rolling me beneath him in one smooth motion. “Let me show you how much I fucking need you.”
His cock is long, thick, and hard, glistening with a thin layer of moisture. It stands proudly between my legs, waiting to be welcomed inside.
I moan when Victor’s lips trail down my neck, his hand gently caressing my breasts. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance, sending a tingling sensation through my body. As he rubs it against me, I can feel the ridges and veins, each one adding to the pleasure.
“Victor…”
He grinds against me with a frenzied urgency, his hips thrusting and grinding in perfect rhythm with the rhythmic throbbing of his bulging cock, teasing me with every movement. The soft, wet sounds of his cock rubbing against my wetness fill the room, accompanied by our heavy breathing and the sound of our moans.
My hips buck in response, desperate for his touch as our lips collide in a fiery and passionate connection. Every nerve in my body is on fire, craving the release that only he can provide.
“Tell me, kiska,” he growls against my lips. “Do you like it when I’m inside of you?”
I whimper, nodding my head as he continues to tease me.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demands, his voice dripping with desire.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I love it when you’re inside of me.”
He lines himself up at my entrance and slowly enters me, inch by inch. The feeling of fullness and pleasure washes over me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to move faster.
Victor’s thrusts become harder and faster as our moans hang in the air. He leans down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth while his hand rubs circles on my clit.
With each thrust, he pushes deeper and harder; his cock fills me completely, hitting all the right spots and driving me wild with desire.
“I can feel you gripping me, baby,” he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine. “You love it when I fuck you like this.”
I want to scream for him to never stop, but all that comes out is a deep, guttural moan.
“I’m so close,” I finally cry out as the pleasure builds within me.
“Come for me, kiska,” Victor whispers hotly in my ear. His words are all it takes for my release to wash over me in waves.
“I know you want more,” Victor growls against my skin, his voice dripping with lust as he pulls out of me, leaving me aching and wanting for him. My body is on a high, but he isn’t finished with me yet.
