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Digging my fingers into her thighs, I will remind her how I am the only man to make her scream with the wildest abandon. I breathe in the scent of her feminine arousal. Copper-tainted from the blood all around us. The pink flesh around her hole is so taut as I ease my tongue out to trace its outline in a slow, delirious torture.

She drips more, her muscles clenching with the need to be filled. I lap at all that sweet, seductive cream oozing from that cleft. My mouth is feverish as I lick along her succulent lips. I won’t edge her too long. Not when all night was spent building up to this point.

Stabbing my tongue as deep as I can into her cunt, I lick at the soaked, hot flesh and groan, knowing she can feel it vibrate in every inch of her pussy. At the same time, I toy with the rosarybeads, sliding them in and out. Her moans and cries fill the air like desperate prayers.

Finally, I pump two fingers into her, press down on her G-spot, and flick my tongue to her distended clitoris. Her whole body trembles. I twist my fingers and circle my tongue around that nub of her feminine pleasure until she unravels so beautifully, so divinely, shattering in waves of pleasure. Her screams echo through the chapel.

So high and loud, I imagine the whole manor could hear her. Even the ghosts in the dungeon.

I retrieve the last object. The one that sends a shock wave of tremors through her. I touch my fingertips to her labia, soaked in all her warm fluids. My desire for her is mad, ravenous.

And in that moment, I plunge the antique cross into her sopping, wet center, impaling her on the sacred silver. Her chest expands. Her breath flees in a series of ragged gasps. More tears flow, but she does not scream. God, she undoes me.

“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her, holding onto the top of the cross, thrilling in her pussy sucking the cross. Magical.

With every second, her pubic lips blush, growing puffy and bloodshot. The sound of her cunt squelching is a whole chorus. “Such a dirty slut. Look at your pretty pussy, so fucking glorious, sucking upon this cross, gushing all over it. And your pretty tits in those chains, so fair and white from the pressure, but with those flushed nipples.”

“Oh, God! Get it out, Roman!”

Grinning, I lower my head and circle and rub and stab at her engorged clit with my tongue again and again. Fucking her with the cross, in and out, stretching her opening, her inner walls. I push three more rosary beads inside her ass. Her pussy quivers and trembles, swelling and pulsing beneath my mouth as she floods my face with her fluids in a series of back-to-back climaxes.

Until she’s giving me soft, little, breathless whimpers.

Finally, I rise. The cross still stabbed in her, chafing and burning her insides. Locks of my bloodied-blonde hair fall upon her cheeks as I purr silky and dark above her ear, “Tell me how much you want to milk my cock inside your sloppy, filthy pussy, drowning me in your cream and not this gods-damn cross. Beg me, my Jewel. Beg your King to ruin you.”

I’ll fuck her down to her soul, cut it open, and leave my scar, so she never remembers my brother’s, and she will always remember mine.

Eyes burning, teeth clenching, Valentina seethes, “Fuck me, Roman. Fuck me hard. No holding back. Fuck me so deep, I’ll feel you shatter my soul.”

“Who do you belong to?” I growl.

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Like the Devil and God had an angry one-night stand

VALENTINA

“You,” I say with unconditional equivocation, my breath coming in waves of pants. “Only you, my head, my crown, my king. Your soul?—”

“My jewel, my queen,” he finishes.

But on another level, I’m a fucking sex slave. He’s reduced me to that with all his priceless punishment. A dark side of me has become a pleasure thrall.

And I’m dying for more!

I’ll always feel his marks, the invisible sting of these budding scars. Sweat coats my body, sprinkling salt in the wounds.

Roman removes the cross and chucks it to the floor so its tumble echoes throughout the chapel. First, he prowls around me, circling me, eyes never leaving mine as if this is his final war cry. I shiver. It all comes down to this.

He’ll drag my soul into the void, fuck me inside it, then drag me out, flipping it off the whole time.

I flinch when he loosens all the chains until they dropto the floor with a jangling thud. My muscles and limbs are still limp from pleasure, but I manage to shift my legs to stir the blood through them more. Once he frees my breasts, soft pain rushes into them, stimulating the nipples more. I double over, but he catches me. Heated tingles erupt all over my skin, wherever he touches me.

Roman sets me on the edge of the altar, facing him.

I glance down at his cock—proud of how it’s grown and thickened to a throbbing erection. Proud of how much he gets off on driving me wild and spinning me senseless.

Lifting my chin, I narrow my eyes, daring him to do his worst. He’d better fuck me until he’s burning a hole in my goddamn pussy.