Page 83 of Vendetta Crown

"Perfect," he growls. "Fucking perfect."

His pace increases, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I can feel him swelling against my tongue, know he's getting close by the way his breathing changes, the way his fingers tighten in my hair.

"Are you ready for my cum,zarechka?" he asks, his voice strained. "Are you ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?"

I can't speak, so I answer by sucking him harder, tightening my lips around his shaft. I want this. I want to taste him, to swallow his pleasure, to know that I've made him lose control.

"Don't you dare close your beautiful eyes when I cum down your throat."

That was the only warning I got.

With a deep, guttural roar that vibrates through our connected bodies, he lets loose.

His thick cock pulses against my tongue as the first hot jet splashes the back of my throat.

I swallow instinctively, overwhelmed by the sheer volume and intensity.

"Aurora, fuck—" His voice breaks as his fingers tangle tighter in my hair, his hips jerking forward with each powerful pulse.

The taste floods my senses. Salt and musk with an underlying sweetness that's uniquely him.

It's too much all at once.

No matter how quickly I swallow, a few drops of semen escape the corners of my mouth. I feel it running down my chin in warm rivulets, dripping onto my breasts where it cools quickly against my flushed skin.

Each breath I take through my nose fills me with the intoxicating smell of our combined arousal.

His cock continues to throb against my tongue and I struggle to keep up with the volume of his release. More spills from my lips, painting glistening trails down my chin, my neck, through the valley between my breasts, and down my belly.

He's marking me thoroughly as his, and I feel an impossible desire coursing through me at the knowledge that my body is a canvas for his cum.

When he finally stops pulsing, I pull back slowly and sit on my calves to let him look at his masterpiece. To see how his cum glistens on my lips, chin, and body.

Somehow, it makes me feel powerful rather than degraded. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at him through my lashes.

"Is that all you've got?" I challenge, my voice hoarse from taking him so deeply.

Ruslan's golden eyes darken as he bends down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. He doesn't hesitate to taste himself on my tongue, groaning as our flavors mingle. His strong arms scoop under me, lifting me effortlessly against his chest.

"Far from it,zarechka," he murmurs against my lips. "But not here."

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RUSLAN

She weighsnothing in my arms. The soft curves of her body fit against mine like she was made for me and only me.

"I can walk, you know," she murmurs against my throat, nipping lightly with every step I take on the staircase.

"I'm aware,zarechka," I reply. "But if I let you walk, then I'd miss out on you doing this to me."

Aurora smiles and responds by pressing one kiss after another to my neck.

When we reach our bedroom, I nudge the door open with my foot and carry her to our bed, laying her down with all the care she deserves.

The dim light of the bedroom casts a golden glow across her naked body, still coated with my cum.

Now that she's laid before me, I can finally take in the subtle changes that early pregnancy has brought her. Her breasts are fuller now, her nipples darker. And there's a glow to her skin that comes from something far more than just her back to back orgasms down in the kitchen.

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