Page 50 of Cruel Juliet

His mouth finds my neck. I lean forward into the spray and into his touch, breathless. As his hands move across me, I can’t think about anything else.

He runs his palms over my shoulders, down my arms, then over my breasts. I gasp at the heat of his touch. My body trembles.

He drops to his knees and my breath stutters at the sight. His hands spread my thighs apart. His mouth is on me a second later.

Pleasure rushes through me, fast and sudden. I clutch at the tiles for balance.

“Petyr—” My voice shakes. My knees threaten to give out.

He grips my hips and drags me closer. He refuses to let me escape, and God, I don’t want to. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than under his hands. It scares the hell out of me, but it’s the truth.

His tongue moves against my clit. It makes me go insane. He’s licking at me, sucking in that way that drives me crazy.

I can’t stop the sounds spilling from me, can’t catch my breath. There’s only him. Only this.

Us.

Then, slowly, his tongue slides lower. Right against my entrance.

I moan. “Petyr!”

He starts fucking me with his tongue. Plunges it deep inside, then drags it up to flick me again. Heat builds inside me, higher and higher, until it’s all I can do to brace myself against the tiles.

Then, suddenly, I’m coming.

My whole body seizes with release. I shake hard. My vision whites out for a second, or maybe it’s ten. I can’t tell. The pleasure is too much.

I’m still shaking when Petyr rises in one motion and swiftly pulls me forward. I catch a glimpse of his cock, hard and jutting against his abs. My fingers itch to reach out, give him the same pleasure he just gave me.

But before I can touch it, he turns me around and presses me against the wall.

My palms press flat to the tile. The water beats down on me. His chest leans into my back, and I realize what’s about to happen seconds before it does.

“Fuck,” he mutters in my ear. His hand locks on my hip. “You’re going to fucking kill me,lisichka.”

Then he pushes inside me in a single thrust.

I can’t think—it’s too much. He holds me there, his body pressed to mine, and I feel like I’m going to burst.

One hand slides up to cup my breasts. His thumbs circle and tease my nipples, tender and sensitive from my pregnancy.

His thrusts are slow at first, deep, steady. He forces me to feel every inch of him.

Then his pace quickens. Harder, faster, until I’m moaning with every thrust.

Someone will hear.It’s such a vague thought, gone in an instant, and suddenly, I don’t care anymore. I just want Petyr to hear me.

“Blyat’,” he groans. “Just like that, little fox. Let me hear your sweet voice.”

My moans echo off the tiles. My body arches back into him. I’m so hungry for this—for more of him inside me.

His hand moves down over my belly and between my legs. His fingers rub me rough and urgent, matching his rhythm.

My head is spinning. The pleasure builds, sharp and hot. My body is clenching tight around him, desperate for release.

“Petyr—!”

His name breaks as another orgasm rips through me.