Page 135 of King of Envy

“Oh, God.Yes!” I moaned when Vuk reached around to play with my clit.

“You didn’t think you could take it earlier, but look at you now,” he mocked. “Such a greedy little cunt. Stuffed tight with every inch of my cock and it still wants more.”

His filthy words washed through me, burrowing past any pretenses of decency to awaken the darkest parts of me. He was wrong; I wasn’t greedy. I was insatiable.

“Yes, please,” I whimpered. “I want more. I need—oh God—I need you to fuck me?—”

My pleas devolved into a strangled cry when he gave me exactly what I was asking for and more. If he’d been rough before, he was merciless now, and it took only a minute before my orgasm hit with blinding intensity.

One second, I was on my hands and knees, taking him deep. The next, I was splintering into a thousand jagged pieces that floated and whirled through the air like flakes of snow in a winter storm. My pussy clenched and spasmed. I screamed over and over as each wave of pleasure hit me, but he kept going.

Vuk turned me over and crushed his mouth to mine. The possessive urgency of his kiss set me off again, and I came around his cock for the umpteenth time that night. Third? Fourth? Fifth? I’d lost count. They all rolled into each other, undulating as one giant sea of sensation.

Eventually—right when I was at the brink of begging him to stop, to have mercy and let me breathe because if I came one more time I might actually die—he came with a guttural cry.

He collapsed next to me, his breaths ragged. My mind was still short-circuiting from the rush of endorphins, and I was too dazed to do anything except lie there when he got up a minute later.

I heard the door open and close. Vuk returned soon after with a glass of water.Huh. So he’d put on his pants before going downstairs. How’d I miss that?

“How do you have enough energy left to walk?” I mumbled. “That’s not normal.”

I was exhausted, and I wasn’t even the one who’d put in the most work.

His low chuckle made me smile. He sat beside me and brought the glass to my lips. “Open.”

I obeyed. He tilted the glass so cool, crisp water flowed down my throat. Once he was satisfied that I’d been properly hydrated, he picked me up without asking and carried me to the bathroom.

I was hoping we could check shower sex off my bucket list. To my deep disappointment, Vuk shook his head and tucked my hair into a shower cap before he gave us both a quick but thorough rinse instead.

“Next time,srce, or you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that,” I sulked.

He laughed again, the sound filled with amusement and pure male satisfaction.

He dried us off and carried me back to bed. I mustered enough energy to tie my hair down with a silk scarf before I slid beneath the covers and sighed, lazy with contentment. There were a hundred things we needed to talk about after tonight, but they could wait until tomorrow. I was too happy and sated to allow anything to burst my current bubble.

Vuk slid into bed next to me. He pulled me close to him, and I allowed myself one indulgent stretch before I curled into his embrace.

Maybe it was a good thing he’d said no to more sex. The shower had sapped me of my remaining energy, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t…

My eyes drifted closed. The last thing I felt was a soft kiss on the top of my head before sleep claimed me, and everything went dark.

CHAPTER36

Vuk

Istayed awake long after Ayana fell asleep.

I held her close, savoring her warmth and breathing in the scent of her. It wasn’t perfume or shampoo; it was something uniquelyher, and it was enthralling. If I could go back to the perfumery and bottle it up, I would.

I closed my eyes, basking in the moment. Our problems lurked outside the door, waiting to pounce, but I’d dreamed of this for too fucking long to let them ruin my glimmer of happiness.

It wasn’t just the sex; it was everything. The walk through the city, the conversations, seeing her relaxed and in her element as she rambled adorably about perfume. The cologne she bought me wasn’t the most expensive or most extravagant gift I’d ever received, but it was the most thoughtful.

Vanilla, for warmth and comfort.

I’d picked up on her meaning without her having to say it. The idea of anyone finding me warm and comforting was laughable, but she made me feel like I could be the person she thought I was. With her, I came the closest to feeling normal.

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