Page 40 of Gilded in Blood

She looks up at me with dreamy, sex-drunk eyes, biting her swollen lower lip. Her voice is barely a whisper, but crystal clear:

“Fuck me instead.”

Those words snap the last thread of my restraint.

I wrap my hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there. My thumb brushes her racing pulse.

I’m so close to kissing her, my mouth hovering inches from hers. I can feel her breath, warm and shaky.

“You have no fucking idea what you just asked for,” I growl. “Are you sure, Milana?”

She looks up at me with those hazy, defiant eyes and whispers, “Are you going to fuck me? Or should I just go use my toy and get the job done myself?”

The taunt hits exactly where she wanted it to. A dark chuckle leaves me as I haul her up by the thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist instantly, her wet pussy pressed against my abs.

I carry her inside, down the stairs, straight to her bedroom.

I kick the door shut behind us and drop her onto the bed. She bounces once, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

“Take the top off,” I order.

She sits up slowly, reaching behind her back. The bikini top falls away, revealing her perfect breasts, nipples tight and begging for attention. I drink in the sight like a dying man.

Fuck. Every curve of her belongs in a gallery.

“You wanted to use your toy instead of me?” I say, voice low and dangerous. I walk over to her bedside drawer, open it, and pull out the small bag of toys.

“Which one were you planning to fuck yourself with, solnyshko?”

Her only response is to slowly drag her tongue across her lower lip before catching it gently between her teeth.

I dump a few onto the bed, the rose, the realistic dildo she claimed was six inches, and a couple of others.

“Spread those legs for me.”

She bats her lashes with exaggerated innocence.

“Ask nicely.”

I hold her gaze. “Don't make me ask twice.”

She obeys immediately, thighs parting slowly, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against my pants.

I pick up the rose vibrator and turn it on, the low buzz filling the room.

Milana’s eyes widen, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I crawl between her spread thighs, and bring the toy between her spread thighs.

I start slow, pressing the vibrating petals against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, letting her feel the anticipation.

She jerks, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

“Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough. “So fucking desperate already. All those nights you spent teasing me, walking around in tiny pajamas, bending over in front of me, giving me that innocent look while your pussy was soaked. You’ve been driving me insane, solnyshko. Now it’s my turn.”

Her entire body arches off the bed with a sharp cry. “Oh my⁠—!”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My fingers stretching this tight little cunt while I play with your clit. For me to ruin this pretty little cunt with your own toy.”

I circle it slowly, watching her hips buck helplessly.