Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Forty

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"Trakhni menya...You are so f*****g beautiful. How is it possible that I got so damn lucky?"

His words slayed me, quickened my erratic heart beat even more if that were possible.

A flush spread all through my body. I couldn't stop the visceral reaction I beheld to his words or the way I automatically responded to his kiss, returning it with equal parts ferocity. I wrapped my hands around his waist, moaning at the feel of his erection pressed against the part of me that wanted him so bad.

All my rationality, my sensibility was gone, replaced with all consuming lust.

"True...how did you get so lucky?"

I whispered jokingly, trying to alleviate the immense s****l tension between us but it was growing harder and harder with every little thrust he made or the way his beautiful eyes clouded with longing and unchartered territory. Our lips crashed in a burning, searing kiss that reflected all of our pent up emotions and secret thoughts.

Tongues tussled for dominance, hands explored our bare skin as we clawed at each other, pushing and urging for more. We were a mess of tangled limbs, bruised lips and intense gazes that revealed more and more with every single touch. He whispered foreign words, all of which I longed to understand. I had made a mental note of googling the balkan sounding nicknames he had for me but I somehow always forgot.

He distracts me in the best and worst ways possible...Nothing else matters when it's just us...

Clearly tired of teasing, his hands wrapped around my waist, flipping us such that he was now beneath me. It was a sudden action, handled with a gentlness that I did not know he possessed. He had kept his weight off me the entire time, ensuring that he didn't hurt me. It was an endearing gesture that made it all the more hard to resist him, especially when he sat up straight and pressed his lips against my throat.

"f*****g hell, moya zhenschina. Your wet little c*nt is soaking onto my boxer briefs. You are so damn ready for me, aren't you?"

I moaned loudly, not only because his words were so damn hot, I was sizzling but also because his hands wrapped around my breasts with just the right amount of pressure and grip to make me mad. I was clearly a sucker for pain and pleasure and he knew it as he planted soft, chaste kisses along my neck before sucking a mark right onto my skin.

Possessive bastard...Always so ready to mark me and show the world that he owned me...

I knew I should hate it but watching him from the mirrors above us as he adored my body, teased and tasted my burning skin made the experience all the more maddening. I now knew exactly why he brought us here. I couldn't imagine a better, hotter situation to be in. He, without knowing it, had added to the collection of kinky memories and thoughts that get me off.

This is certainly getting filed away for later...

"I need to taste you, baby..."

The term of endearment knocked the wind right out of me, making me bite my lip as I watched the vein porn as he lifted us up and walked to one of the weight benches nearby. A smirk graced his lips as he noted my confusion, no doubt, the anticipation of his statement making me more excited than I should be.

"Let's get onto the punishment segment of this, shall we? You are going to grip that bar right there and not let it go at any point whilst you ride my face until you c*m for me. If you remove your hands, try to run or disobey me, I will punish you even more in ways that will drive you crazy. Are we clear, malyshka?"

His gaze never left mine until I nodded in acknowledgement. My heart beat like crazy, my palms growing sweaty as he gently pushed me off of his lap where I was still perched.

"Now strip for me, wife."

I shuddered, nervousness engulfing me as I shakily gripped the waistband of my panties. My impossibly handsome husband leaned back, his legs spread wide and his hand resting on his bulging erection through his black boxer briefs. He was pulling the sexiest move ever, one that gave me confidence to slowly remove my panties before handing them over to him.

He took a deep whiff, the very sight of it sending a pleasurable spasm through the entirety of my body, down to the most intimate part of me. Only until his eyes returned to me did I take the small, shaky steps forward and toward him. He laid down with every move I made, settling on his back just as I lined my p*ssy with his face.

His strong arms gripped my naked hips, pulling me down to him at my hesitation. It didn't take long for him to begin devouring me like had been starved for so long. His tongue f****d me in ways it had never before. Sensations overloaded my mind and body, my moans loud and carefree. He was doing a remarkable job of pulling down all my defences and he deserved all the praise.

The urge to grip his hair, to get lost in the soft silkiness of it was strong but not as strong as the urge to move away from him. The very concept of riding his face made my body flush with both embarassment and desire beyond comprehension. The conflicting emotions surged within me, battling it out for dominance. Which was why his tongue plunging deep into me caught me off guard enough to make me move out and away from him, my hands letting go of the bar above us.

Fuck.

He grinned wide, clearly pleased by my slip up before he gripped my naked thighs and pulled me right back.

"Bad girl. You disobeyed me, Mrs. Alexander. And what did we say happens when you do just that?"

He raised a brow expectanly at my silence, my mind too jumbled up to focus on anything other than the way his hand was caressing and gripping my bare ass. It was the most maddening, intoxicating and brain addling movements. It made me want to shove my c*nt right back, make him finish the job before I rode his d**k in the same maddening pace.

"I get punished."

I finally breathed out, earning a pleased grin from my husband that shifted ever so slightly at his next motion.

The spank was so loud, so out of the blue that I released a surprised gasp. I expected pain but my bare ass registered nothing but a sting that he soothed with his palm which brought back the pleasure with a vengeance.

"Holy fuck...You like that, baby?"

I nodded, giving into my wild kinks and the desire to get lost in the moment with him.

"So f*****g much, Soren."

His breath hitched, maybe from the neediness that leaked through my voice or the wild abandon I showcased. Never had I been so candid with him about what I liked. Never had I allowed myself to be so lost in the moment as I was. He cursed underneath his breath, his words foreign which I was growing more and more used to. I was starting to like the little secrets behind his words, words I didn't know the meaning to.

I'm not mad at that at all...I'ts like our thing, huh?...

"You want more, malyshka?"

I nodded, earning myself two rough but damn near orgasmic spanks that made me moan so loud, I covered my mouth with my hand.

"No! Let them all hear. Let the world know what I do to you, malyshka. How I drive you mad with pleasure and desire. f**k, how could I have found you? Known you would match my nasty and depraved desires? I have so much to show you..."

He was breathless, visibly excited at the very prospect which, in turn, made me so turned on, I almost cried when his tongue resumed its pleasurable strokes.

Soren's skills were unmatched as were the rumblings of his groans as I leaned back and rubbed him through his boxers. I wanted to take him into my mouth with every twitch and groan he released against my c*nt that threatened to send me over the edge.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look up and watch me ruin you for every single man. Watch me mark this pretty little p*ssy and make it come so hard."

His deep voice rumbled against me, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when our eyes met through the reflection in the ceiling, the little wink he sent me as his tongue plunged into me just as he spanked me so damn hard, I rocked forward a little. I came with a loud moan, riding out my orgasm as my husband relentlessly stretched it even more.

We watched each other through the reflection above us, neither one of us breaking eye contact even as his hand stretched up and gripped my neck in the most possessive of holds. My legs were like jello as I moved back and collapsed on his lap, allowing him to sit up and smash his lips against my own in a bruising kiss. I could taste myself against him, the tanginess of my own come making my p*ssy clench.

"You are so f*****g perfect. You were made for me. Your pleasure, your beautiful body. Everything that you are is mine, Emilia. Remember that before you pull a stunt like you did today because every time you do, I will continue to punish you in ways you have not dreamt of. I will deny you the intensity and pleasure you experienced today. Let that be your one and only lesson/warning."

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