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Story: Soul Obsession
Chapter fifty-nine
T he touch of Astrid’s lips left Dimitri weak. Her tongue swept over his as she rocked her hips over his aching cock. She pulled back, trailing kisses along his jaw, down the side of his neck, to the hollow at the base of his throat.
Her teeth grazed his collarbone, and Dimitri smoothed his palms up her thighs as she unbuckled his belt.
“Will you show me how to bow to you?” Astrid asked. She pulled away before he could answer and kneeled between his legs.
He’d fantasized about the feel of her tongue. Her lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft. The way her throat would constrict around his cock as he fucked her mouth.
“You should be comfortable,” Dimitri said, outstretching his wing. He dragged his pillow closer and handed it to her. “Can’t have you hurting your knees.”
“You’re so thoughtful, my king.” Astrid adjusted her cushion. She unfastened his slacks and gazed up at him. “You never forced your cock down my throat.”
Dimitri hiked a brow. “Did you want me to start?”
Astrid pulled his length free. She angled him closer and leaned in while holding his stare. Violence glinted in her midnight eyes, and he smiled, welcoming it.
“I want to know why,” she said, breaking the spell between them.
Dimitri chuckled darkly. He’d had her suck on his fingers while he fucked her. Fucked her mouth with the replica of his cock while she rode him.
“How many times have you bitten me and drawn blood?” he asked.
Astrid shrugged and flattened her tongue over him before licking the head in a slow, teasing sweep.
Dimitri groaned and she did it again. His imagination paled to the feel of her. He reached forward and tangled his hand through her dark hair.
“If you’re rough with me, I’ll do more than draw blood,” she said before kissing the tip.
Dimitri raised his hands in surrender and leaned back on his arms.
“Move your wing.”
“They’re not touching you.”
Humor lit her features. “I want your brother to watch.”
His vicious, little wife. Dimitri shifted his wing, giving Ambrose an unobstructed view. He didn’t bother to confirm his brother’s dull yellow eyes were on them, too fixated on Astrid kneeling before him.
She took him past her lips and Dimitri groaned at the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue swept over the crown as she sucked. He wanted to fist her hair and shove the length of his cock past her wine-colored lips.
Dimitri flexed his hand into a fist then splayed his fingers open. He was the only male she would ever know, and he was all too willing to explore this with her. His fingers brushed over hers around the base of his cock.
“Stroke the shaft while you suck on the tip,” he murmured. She followed his lead, trailing her fingers up and down his length.
He let her find a rhythm then closed his hand over hers. “Tighter,” Dimitri groaned. “Yes, like that.”
His cock pulsed and Astrid pulled away sharply. “Do not come in my mouth.”
Dimitri glanced down at her, catching his breath. Her dark eyes were full of accusation. He drew two fingers across his throat and said, “On my swords.” When his wife only blinked at him, he amended his oath. “I promise.”
Astrid watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while leaning back on the other. The chiseled muscle of his chest rose and fell with his breaths. She did this to him and the power in it was addictive.
She took him past her lips again and stroked his cock as he’d shown her. His reactions thrilled her. Every groan reverberating through his chest. Every flex and coil of his muscles.
He was hers to tease and savor. The power she held over him left her wet and aching.
Astrid opened her mouth wider, taking more of him. His head fell back, and he groaned her name. She sucked harder, stroking his shaft to the tempo he would fuck her in.
Dimitri shot forward, cupping her face in his hands as he pulled her away. “You’re going to make me come,” he said, gently stroking her cheek.
She stroked him again, running her thumb over the broad crown. “How terrible.”
Her Death Spirit’s grip moved to her jaw. His fingertips pressed into her cheeks as he lifted her face. “Get on the fucking bed,” he said before kissing her.
Astrid laughed, crawling onto their sheets. Dimitri shrugged out of his topcoat and shirt before stepping out of his shoes. She turned her attention to Ambrose. His eyes swam to the front, and she tapped her nails against the glass.
The mattress dipped as Dimitri moved behind her.
His shadows embraced her the same moment his hand smoothed up her thigh.
He reached between the panels of her skirt and Astrid’s breath caught as every touch heightened.
The serrated teeth of his magic swept over her in a gentle caress, seeking every part of her, claiming every inch.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he murmured.
Astrid obeyed and arched her back, needing him inside her.
Dimitri unlatched her pauldron, and it fell along with sashes that covered her breasts. Her corset dropped next, followed by yards of silk. His chest pressed into her back and his lips brushed the point of her ear.
“You want to be fucked in front of Ambrose?”
The scent of winter dusted with pine fell over her, blanketing her with notes of warmth. It permeated her soul, consuming her until all she knew was him.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Rough hands clamped down on her hips and the head of his cock nudged her entrance.
“Dimitri,” Astrid sighed, her body aching for him.
He thrust into her, stretching her to accommodate his size and she flattened her hand against Ambrose’s aquarium to steady herself.
“Take it,” he said, driving several more inches into her.
Pain laced through her pleasure, overwhelming her as she took his length. She tensed as Dimitri fucked her, as her orgasm crested and crashed through her. Pleasure drowned her, so intense she couldn’t breathe—couldn’t scream—as she came again and again.
Dimitri’s shadows retreated and Astrid lay, collapsed amidst her pillows. He held her hips upright, but her shoulders were on the sheets.
“There you are,” her Death Spirit purred.
He rocked his hips and Astrid gasped.
Serpents, save me. He’s still hard.
“Come for me, Dimitri,” she said, knowing he wouldn’t. Her husband wasn’t satisfied until he made her come so many times she couldn’t move.
Dimitri’s shadows crept over her body, and he stroked into her slow, tormenting her with a haze of ecstasy.
“After you’ve given me one more,” he replied.
Astrid lifted herself onto her shaking arms. She rocked back, taking him at an easy pace.
Dimitri leaned over her and caged her throat. His lips traced the shell of her ear as he murmured, “Come for me, neva. Let my brother see what a female looks like when she orgasms.”
He fucked her, deep and slow. Each stroke pushing her closer in a steady climb. Astrid pressed her hand against the glass as her long black hair swayed over their dark sheets.
Astrid called his name as she came, and he fucked her harder.
His harsh rhythm intensified her orgasm—prolonged it.
He slammed into her as his hands dug into her hips.
His cock pulsed inside her and he barred his arm across her chest. Dimitri sat back, groaning as he came, emptying himself inside of her.
His shadows withdrew and exhaustion fell over her. He’d taken too much of her soul.
“Dimitri.” The words slipped out as a murmured whisper.
She scarcely felt his lips brushing her temple before her lids slipped closed and sleep claimed her.
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