Page 92 of Possessive Vows

I fly apart.

With gentle strokes of his tongue, he brings me down from my epic high before sitting on his heels.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before licking my essence off his knuckles.

“Mmm, you taste so good,so´lnyshka,” he murmurs.

“My turn,” I demand in a pleasure-roughened voice.

His fleeting smile fills me with the need to blow his mind.

I turn and lower myself using his shoulders, ensuring he stays kneeling as I open his trousers, free his cock, and brace my forearm along his thigh. His cock jerks as I wrap my fist around his base. As I lean down and lick his tip, my ass lifts and breasts brush against his thighs. When I glance up at his face, he flicks his gaze between me and my reflection, enjoying the sight of my swollen pussy in the mirror. Fresh wetness trickles down my legs.

I take him into my mouth and hum at his delicious, clean taste. He groans and leans back on his palms. I worship him with my tongue, tease him with my lips, and stroke him with my hands until his breathing grows erratic and his thighs bunch.

Uncaring about my makeup, I lower my head until he hits the back of my throat and stay there long enough to rub my flattened tongue over the underside of his shaft a few times. I pull back, but his dick pulses and warm, salty musk spurts against the roof of my mouth, so I dip back down and suction my lips around him.

He snarls. I flick my tongue. More liquid floods my mouth. I suction my lips and swallow.

He curses and vaults into a second orgasm.

When he finally stops, I rise, not releasing suction until his tip pops free, and smile in wicked satisfaction as he heaves. With a final lick along his tip, I snatch the box of tissues off the vanity and wipe the worst of my slobber off his shaft before tucking his cock away. He pulls my face to his and kisses me. Tasting myself on his tongue feels taboo and liberating.

“You are too good for me,so´lnyshka,” he rumbles against my lips.

I nip his soft flesh and smirk.

“Oops. Too late to change wives now. We’re already married, and you’ll never touch another woman so long as I’m alive.Capisci?” I demand.

“Da,Camilla. You aremoyaso´lnyshka. I want no other. I love you and only you,” he vows.

I may initiate our next kiss, but he rules every inch of my world with his hungry teeth and tongue.

My phone chimes with another alarm.

He leans back and quirks a brow.

I laugh and peck his cheek.

“Yes, I set an alarm to end sexy times. I really need to get dressed now,” I say.

He thumbs the scars on my cheek before leaning down and brushing his lips over them.

“I would kill them again if I had the chance. I would do anything to take away your pain,” he murmurs.

I shake my head.

“This is who I am now,” I say with a gesture down at my mostly nude body, “and I don’t regret a single fucking thing because it led me to my angel of death and his minions of chaos,” I say.

He chuckles.

“Minions of chaos is an apt description. Come,so´lnyshka. Let me dress you,” he says as he rises to his feet.

After helping me up and ensuring I have my balance, he reaches for the dress hanging beside the mirror.

Needing time to mentally prepare myself for being the center of over four hundred guests’ attention, I become a life-sized doll, moving whichever way he positions me, and don’t blink back into focus until he slips my feet into my new pair of sneakers and guides me back in front of the mirror.

With lace serving as the long sleeves and bateau neckline and a satin sweetheart neckline, the bodice of my pantsuit hides my scars with chic elegance while the detachable overskirts add a traditional flair to my otherwise modern ‘dress’.

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