Page 13 of Jewel of the Assassin
When she tenses again, I growl, “Be still.”
And then? I bury my face in her pussy. The scent hits me first.
Amusement ripples through me as I taste my wife. Honey. And vanilla. Not store-bought—no, this is something else.
Fuck, Zina, that wicked, old woman. I’ll need to thank the old shrew and her sense of humor, surprising me with her handmade scented oils. No lacy underthings for Valentina either.
I drag my mouth lower, to Valentina’s wet center, catching the intoxicating taste. I close my eyes, and I smile.
When she tries to snap her thighs together, I dig my fingers in so hard, I leave bruises on her winter-white skin. She cries, straining with the handcuffs, but I don’t give her an inch.
She will learn quickly who her master is. A demanding one.
Her nipples pucker through the thin silk. Her knees tremble. I still sense the tension in her. But she’s looking up at the ceiling, avoiding the sight of me. And I chuckle internally. She’s in denial.
So, I devour her. Like a starving man. Like a king feasting on the forbidden. Like she is my fucking birthright. She is.
I scrape my teeth along her pretty pink flesh, tilt my jaw to get a better angle, and lick her from taint to cleft.
My cock jerks in my pants. I’ll soak her with my cum today. And she will not wash it off. Not until I return at night to bathe her.
Zapretnyy plod sladok. Forbidden fruit is the sweetest.
Fuck, all those nights watching her. All the fantasies I contrived. They are nothing compared to this.
She’s a religious rite. And I’d get on my knees for her a thousand times over.
I’ll have her on her knees, too. She will give me all her vulnerability, all her secrets…even the ones she cannot remember.
Knifing my tongue between her labia, I taste her. I take my time, savoring everything until I arrive at the plump, little pearl of feminine divine. I circle my tongue around her pretty clit, thrilling in how she jumps. The tension in her does not abate. Not yet. Frantic breaths leave her throat. Blood roars to my cock. Lifting my fingers to her hot flesh, I slip two fingers along her center and slowly glide inside.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God!” she moans as I pump my fingers.
“Tebe eto nravitsya?”Do you like this?
I taunt her, though she doesn’t yet understand, but her body does. She’s creaming my fingers, greedy and desperate, hertight little channel sucking me in with every pulse, hungry, needy, made for me.
Then—
My fingertips meet resistance.
A delicate barrier. Silken, stubborn. A trembling veil guarding what’s mine.
I pause, savoring. My breath catches, and something primal roars through me. The beast inside me bares its teeth. This is it—what no man has touched. What onlyIwill take.
My thumb strokes her hip as she squirms, unaware of her virginity.
So innocent. Yet, so lustful. Lascivious. So fucking perfect.
And soon…she will break for me.
I spread her until she whimpers. I pause, cherishing the sight of her with the shafts of morning sunlight worshiping her body. The soft outline of her full breasts and stiff nipples through the silk. A lovely flush spreads along her skin, and her chest heaves.
“Oh, God, just stop already!” she pleads, tears forming in her eyes, turning them to amethysts. She tenses, trying to cling to shredded threads of resistance.
I chuckle against her pussy. Without removing my fingers from her center, I flick my eyes up and summon her, “Look at me, Valentina.”
She resists at first. But the second I nip her other thigh, she drags her eyes to mine.
