Page 71 of Jetmir

Jetmir’s loud groan echoed in the space between us, the vibration shooting straight to my core. I started pumping his hard cock, and he threw his head back, watching me through a half-lidded stare.

He surrendered to me and something about that ignited flames through my body. I reached between my legs, brushing my fingers against my clit, and a loud moan escaped me.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that, my angel.”

My knees spread wider and I lowered myself, feeling his throbbing crown tease at my core. The pressure inside me built, taking me higher and higher as I ground myself harder and faster against him, chasing my own pleasure.

I watched him through heavy eyelids while his burning gaze locked on my pussy. I followed his eyes to where our bodies were connected while I fingered my pussy and jacked him off.

“Let me taste you, my angel,” he purred. I brought my fingers to his lips and he opened his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. “Tastes like mine.”

The pulse between my thighs became unbearable. I moved my fingers faster, pumped him harder, purposely notching myself against the tip of his cock. The friction drew grunts and moans from both of us, traveling through the library and ricocheting off my favorite novels.

“Oh… oh…” The pressure built. He buried his face in my hair, breathing words in Albanian, or maybe it was Russian. I didn’t know nor did I care. I just wanted more.

My eyes were locked on where his cock was bumping against my soaked pussy. And still, I continued milking him. Then I lowered my body just another inch and I felt the tip of his hard shaft inside me. That was all it took.

My body exploded into a million pieces and he was quick to follow, his cum spurting all over my inner thighs and core. I kept rubbing my hot pussy while grinding against his shaft, drawing a groan from him again and again.

When I finally came back to earth, it was to him gazing at me with so much reverence it almost sent me toppling over the edge again.

“Uncuff me, wife,” he groaned. “I want to make you feel good. I want more of your moans. We have three years to make up for.”

Guilt snaked through me, but I instantly squashed it down.

“That was… nice.” I regretted that I couldn’t give us both more pleasure. But I knew very well where that would lead: trusting Jetmir like a fool, and being addicted to his touch.

I stood up, then tugged my dress down.

The realization settled over him as if in slow motion, and I couldn’t help but compare it to the last time I’d betrayed him. The day I poisoned him.

“Anya,” he gritted.

“I’m sorry.”

“Wait.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Don’t you fucking leave me.” His voice remained calm. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to.” I hated how my voice cracked. “And I need a head start.”

“You’re my angel, but if you do this, I’ll rip off your wings so you can never leave me again.” His eyes locked on to mine. “I mean it, Anya.”

I backed toward the door.

My fingers found the doorknob and I fumbled to get a firm grasp.

“I really am sorry,” I whispered.

His expression softened for the briefest moment before it hardened.

“There is nowhere you can run to that I won’t find you,” he said.

I slipped through the doorway, letting the door slam shut behind me. As if Dozer anticipated my plan, he sat there waiting for me.

I scooped him up and then ran like the devil was at my heels.