Page 143 of Jewel of the Assassin
Planting his hands on each side of me, my husband leans in and brushes his lips along my brow. So tender. So gentle. The calm before the storm. I watch it strike lightning in his jewel-green eyes.
“I’m going to devastate you, Valentina.” His lips press into a wicked grin. “I’m going to tear you in half tonight, Valentina. I’m splitting your pretty pussy open and making it mine. Making you mine. In every way a man can for his woman. And a king for his queen.” All his words echo from the first night he fucked me.
“And you did, didn’t you?” I lift my chin, rubbing my lips against his. “I bled that night, didn’t I?”
He offers a nod. No more lies.
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “You’re such an asshole. What you dealt to me that night? I was a virgin.”
His chuckle is a rumble in his chest, mouth closed. But then, he rolls his eyes. “Virginity is a construct. An overrated one. Curse me, hate me—but I’ll always be the first, and I’ll always be the last. Your virginity mattered little compared to breaking you open and remaking you in my hands.” His eyes deepen on mine, and he seizes my throat in a brutal grip, siphoning my air. A cock of his head. A gleam in his eye. And a predator’s smile. “You think bleeding was the hardest part? No.The hardest part is knowing you’ll never want anyone else to touch you again.”
My womb tightens. My core ignites. Too much fucking talking. And I know just how to get him to spear me with that beast of his.
So, I give it all I got. I lunge like a she-wolf, biting and kicking and screaming, spitting and scratching and begging for it. Until he dominates me, getting me on the altar where the lashes on my back scream from the sudden pressure.
“You want this dick, little queen?” Roman taunts me, holding the base, fondling his balls.
“You fucker!” I rise up and throw a punch as hard as I can.
I don’t know if he let me have it, but I still thrill in his head snapping back.
And then, the way he looks down at me. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
In one second, I’m pinned to the altar, his one hand holding my wrists above my head. One hand cups my breast—and he rams that dick so hard in me, I don’t see stars. I see black holes. My insides clamp all around him, and I—oh, God!
I convulse. From. One. Damn. Thrust.
Roman watches me with a leering grin as I explode all over his dick, hips bucking, body shaking, and writhing until he lifts his hand to my throat. Because he has to anchor my head while I’m flailing, crying, and screeching my climax.
“Look at you, Moya Koroleva. Such a goddamn slut for me. Sweet, little blyad’.”
“Oh, fuck you and move already, you miserable piece of shi-ahhh!”
After slamming into me again, Roman pulls out and slaps the crown of his cock against my lips and swollen clit. His length puts more pressure on the rosary beads, and I’m practically strangling them. Then, he torments my entrance, just rimming the hole while my muscles tighten, sucking on that crown with a wet kiss. After a couple of seconds studying that big dick ready to wreakcarnage on my cunt, Roman gives me a shit-eating grin—then raises my legs over his biceps, knees on each side of my ass. Oh, God, it gives him more leverage, more power.
He takes it. With a savage, fateful roar, my husband, my real, raw, and forever husband, drives his cock so deep and full into me, I feel him everywhere. And come again. He fucks me through the orgasm, holding me down again while restricting airflow. It intensifies the climax until the ecstasy engulfs me, showering my face and pussy with liquid heat.
My whole body bounces and swings back with the force of his thrusts. His balls slap my ass, and my nerve endings scream from the delicious torture. I throw my head high, eyes rocketing wide—body melting into a vessel of unending rapture. One he pours his wrath into. I am swept into an undertow of adrenaline and endorphins where I feel nothing but the pounding of his cock and my body vibrating and pulsing around him.
“Fucking scream, Valentina,” growls Roman, gripping the back of my neck, shaking my head to keep me in the moment. My tits jiggle from the action.
When I say nothing, testing him, bratting at him because I’d like some more tit action, I don’t expect him to grab the cross and start spanking my breasts with it. The cold silver slaps the swells. His fingers pinch, twist, and tug at the buds like hard, red knots before he brings the cross down again, striking the nipples with a primal, punishing energy. What I want, what I need to climb higher.
My screams must be loud enough to hear in every inch of heaven and hell.
I’m almost there. With him just seated inside me, unmoving, and him tormenting my breasts, I’m so close. After spanking my tits again, Roman chucks the cross and lowers his head and closes his hot mouth around one burning nipple. Licking circles all around the inflamed flesh. And now, I moan and scream like he wants.
When he moves to my right breast and sucks and bites whilekneading the left, tweaking the bloated bud, I spiral, screaming his name. Orgasming from just the breast play, as little pleasure pulses burst in my pussy, I squeeze him tighter.
“Fuck, Valya,” he says, low and deep, while flicking the angry, stinging nipple with his tongue. “Strangling my cock, da, let me feel those eruptions. And brace yourself, Moya Koroleva. Yourkingwill fuck you now.”
I gasp as he pulls out, then thrusts with brutal savagery. The second I raise my hands to his chest, nails primed, he narrows his hooded eyes in a warning, promising hell, the abyss, the void if I try to claw away his dominance. Instead, I touch him, roaming my fingers along his flawless Adonis belt.
His muscles bulge, tightening wherever my hands trespass. His pecs, his biceps, his shoulders, and…the throbbing vein in his neck. What I love is how he mirrors me like a twin flame, easing his thrusts until they are slow but strong…and deep. Those thrusts? They rattle my teeth and cause my whole body to swing.
Once I sink my nails into his neck and pull, urging him, begging for his mouth, he grabs my wrists and shoves them on each side of my head. He pistons into me faster. But he gives me what I need, taking my mouth with violence. He rips the breath from my lungs while fucking my mouth with his tongue. I try to join him, but it’s hopeless.
He doesn’t just fuck me.
