Page 58 of Lord of the Underworld

"Yes, please?"

Sliding my legs off his shoulders, Vadim snakes up my body, planting his hands on either side of my head on the pillow. "Is that how you ask for what you want?"

"I…" His cock is between us, pressing against my wet center and I can't think, I'm too aware of it pulsing, throbbing with wanting to be inside me. Why is he doing this?

"Tell me what you want." His diabolical whisper sends goosebumps across my skin.

"Your cock." I lick my lips, trying to make a coherent sentence. "Can I- oh…"

Vadim's hips roll and thrust, sliding his cock between my lips, bumping my clitoris with the metal piercings.

"Please." I'm whining. I know it, I can't stop it though. "Please put your cock inside me, I want to feel all of you."

"I would give my sweet wife anything," he says, and his hips push forward, notching the head of his cock inside me as his hands cup my face gently, mindful of the bruise on my cheekbone from Rossi's punch, his eyes never leave mine.

My breath hitches as he slowly pushes into me, opening me wide, filling me so full that it's hard to imagine there's room for anything else but him. The piercings are their own kind of invasion, hard metal rubbing against delicate nerve endings, sparking them alight like a lit match. They slide and bump, stroking me while his cock stretches me.

"Stol' divnaya, stol' sovershennaya, sladkaya lyubov', so exquisite, so perfect, my light," he says hoarsely, kissing me. His biceps tense as he forces himself to keep at a slow pace and I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him. My thighs are strong from years of riding horses and he lets out a grunt, driving in the last few inches of his cock.

Both of us are rigid, barely breathing, our muscles taut as I struggle to fit him inside me. Vadim waits, his lips pressed against my cheek until I let out a long sigh, rotating my hips and he moves again. He's slow, at the start, watching me, what angle makes me sigh, what kind of thrust makes me dig my nails into his skin and when he puts my leg over his shoulder, it all changes again. Hard fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as he slams his cock inside me, moving faster.

For a man who rarely speaks, the words pour from Vadim now, his deep, sonorous voice whispers how pretty I am, so sweet, so dirty. That I take him perfectly, how he'll split me in half.

I could have never imagined this, my dark lord inside me, his weight, the searing path his cock takes, driving hard, splitting me open and making me scream and then laugh wildly. All the driving energy inside me comes together, cycling through my center and when I come, it feels violent, sweeping up my sanity and taking it away in the rush of pleasure that turns my bones to liquid.

Vadim grits his teeth, tendons standing out on his neck as his cock swells, and the explosion of heat and wet fills me, his piercings pushing hard, branding me inside as his.

"Mine forever now, sweet wife."

I laugh, breathless and giddy. "I've always been yours."

He's still for a moment, then he wraps his arms around me, tightly. So tight I can hardly breathe, but I don't mind.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

In which we learn Oksana can take a punch.

Vadim…

I stay buried in my wife, kissing her carefully, avoiding her poor, bruised cheek. Now that I'm finally inside her, it's hard to leave. She lets out a little groan as I finally settle her on her side, curving around her protectively. The scent of her skin, cherries and cinnamon, both sweet and warm makes me run my tongue along her neck. Most of the covers have been kicked off the bed, but I locate the sheet, draping it over her.

"Are you all right?" I ask.

"Very much all right," Oksana sighs. She's wearing a dreamy little smile and it's making me hard again.

"I should call Dr. Landon to come take a look at your cheek," I say.

Rolling over, she runs her finger along the line of my jaw. "It was just a punch, it glanced off my cheekbone. No loose teeth. I'm all right. Besides…" she gives me a little grin, "all those endorphins are doing a fine job of keeping me from feeling a thing."

"Are you telling me that you used me medicinally?" I ask, fighting a grin.

"You look terribly wounded," she laughs. "Think of it as a helpful byproduct."

Sliding my fingers over her sore pussy, I say, "I could throw in a few more, if you like."

My wife giggles. I've never heard her giggle before and it's oddly charming. "Maybe when I get the feeling back in my legs."

"Hmm," I agree. "That would be for the best, though I wouldn't mind carrying you everywhere." I pull my hand away from her pussy with some reluctance. "Would you like a bath? That will help with the soreness."