Page 108 of Downfall

I let out a laugh, wrapping my hand around her throat, not tight though, not in any way like the way her husband would have held her. She stares up at me, gulping, and I feel it, her trachea moving beneath my grasp. She feels so fragile, so breakable, my dick hardens to the point of pain at how much I hold her life in my hands right now.

“I’ll prove it to you then. I’ll spend the next god knows how long proving how much your body is mine, how much your heart is mine, how much all of you is mine. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to deny it anymore. And as you lie there, soaked in your own pleasure, you’ll know it was me, that I’m the one who did that to you.”

“Roman…” She gasps but it’s clear she’s torn between denial and demand.

I push her back again, push her flat onto the desk, right into the spilt champagne, and then I push that sexy little dress of hers right up over her hips.

She’s wearing a thong. It’s pale. Barely darker than her skin tone and from what I can see she’s drenched already.

I pull her legs apart. She shakes her head as I do it but she doesn’t protest. She doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t try to close them either.

“I used to own this cunt.” I say. “I used to be the only man who’d savoured you. Who knew what you tasted of.”

Her face reacts to that. Is it remorse? Regret? Guilt even?

I shove my face right there, not even caring that there’s fabric separating me from paradise. She raises her hips, rocking against my mouth, clearly wanting me to go further.

“Did you miss me Rose?” I taunt. “Did you miss the feel of my lips on you?”

“Yes.” She gasps.

Of course she fucking did. Because from all the nights I watched them, all the times I witnessed Paris and her fucking, she never once came. She never once reacted even remotely close to the way she is right now.

Her body was designed for me, designed to respond to my caresses, my teases. All this time she’s been starved. Waiting. Longing. Knowing nobody would ever sate her desires the way I can.

“My little whore. That’s what you are, my Capulet whore.” I taunt.

She snarls at that. Her hand raises and she slaps me.

And I’ll admit I think I get even harder then. This new Rose does have some spark. Some bite. I pin her arms back, holding them against her body. And then I lower my mouth to paradise once more.

“Beg for it Rose.” I say. “Beg me to claim you again.”

She whimpers shaking her head as her pride clearly overrides her need.

I grin, taking hold of her thong with my teeth and tease it to the side, revealing her perfect, pouty cunt. I’m salivating at just the thought of this, of being able to taste her again.

“Fuck.” I groan staring at her. She’s so ready for me right now.

My tongue is on her, licking, swirling, reminding myself of how she feels. She writhes as I do it, her hands jerking as if she wants to get free only I won’t let her. This feast is for me. This moment here has been six years in the making and I’m going to have this my way.

She starts whimpering more, moaning. Her body rising to meet every single tease of my tongue. She’s chasing her climax, desperate for it. I add my fingers, circling her clit, watching her rub herself against me.

“Little Rose.” I taunt. “You always did enjoy what my tongue could do.”

She glares at me but she can barely hold it for more than a second before her expression turns to ecstasy. And I know by looking at her, I know from all the times before, the way her face flushes, the way she gets that tiny frown, she’s about to come.

She’s about to fall apart entirely.

She shakes her head, as if she’s going to deny me, deny us. I lower my mouth, sucking around her clit hard. The little minx isn’t going to get out of this now. She’s going to come. She’s going to give me everything I deserve.

She wails.

She writhes.

And then finally she’s arching her back, screaming. Her hair is covering her face. She’s lost incandescently in the feel of what I’m forcing her body to do. What she’s been desperate for. What she’s been longing for from the moment I left.

She screams so loud I swear my ears pop. Her come pours out of her, hot, sweet, fucking delicious on my tongue.

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