Page 131 of Vendetta Crown

"Yes," I admit, voice strained.

"Don't you ever forget that." She leans forward, her breath hot against my wet skin as she bites my earlobes. "Don't you forget who made you moan like this when you crown yourself tomorrow."

"Never."

Her gaze never leaves mine, challenging, demanding submission.

"Look at me, pakhan of pakhans," she commands, lowering her head until her lips are just a whisper away from my cock. "Look at me while I suck your cock and drain your fucking balls."

Aurora stares into my eyes as she rocks back on her knees.

Her lips part. And then she spits on my cock.

The wet obscene sound echoes in the dark.

"Fuck, Aurora..." I groan, unable to look away from her eyes commanding me with infinite authority.

She doesn't blink as she takes me back into her mouth. No hesitation. No mercy. Just the wet heat of her throat enveloping me completely.

This isn't the gentle exploration of our early days together. This is possession. Domination.

She's claiming what belongs to her.

She slides all the way down, her lips reaching the base, before pulling back with agonizing slowness. Her throat constricts around me, working muscles I didn't know existed. The pressure is maddening.

And then she starts to speed up.

Every time she pulls back, she takes a quick breath, then plunges back down—deeper, faster, harder. She doesn't break her rhythm or her eye contact, not for a second.

"Oh fuck..." I hiss through clenched teeth.

I'm gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. The veins in my arms stand out as I fight to keep my hands at my sides, respecting her unspoken command.

Then she screams with my cock around her mouth. The sound is muffled, but the vibration sends one intense pulse after another straight to my spine.

She buries herself against the base and screams again. The vibration of her vocal cords against my flesh trigger a chain reaction throughout my body.

My thighs tense. My abdomen tightens. My toes curl against the floor.

The tension inside me coils tighter, straining dangerously.

I won't last. I can't.

"Aurora, I'm—" I try to warn her, my voice strained beyond recognition.

She only sucks harder in response, her eyes now flashing with challenge. One more guttural scream against my cock—this one longer, more intense—and my control shatters completely.

I explode in Aurora's throat, unable to hold back another second.

Every muscle in my body seizes at once. Pleasure rips through me with such force I forget to breathe. All that exists is the pulsing of my cock and the tight, wet heat of her throat constricting around me.

Her eyes darken as she holds my gaze. I don't dare look away.

Not once does she flinch or pull back. She takes everything I give her, her throat working as she swallows pulse after pulse.

Not a single drop is lost.

Nothing escapes those perfect lips that have brought me to my knees.

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