Chapter 1095: Taking Away Her Control (r-18)

The world narrowed to nothing but her. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

My hands were already moving before my brain caught up as I hooked my fingers under what remained of the silk at her hips and dragged it the rest of the way down, letting the fabric whisper its final surrender to the floor like it knew better than to argue with a deity in heat.

Then I spun her, slow, with gentleness that made her sigh from my Touch pressing her back flush against the cool obsidian-and-gilt curve of the island so I could devour everything.

All of it. Every obscene, perfect inch of the masterpiece of my Russian woman I loved.

And fuck, she was built like a weapon forged in the pits of paradise and disguised as living art.

Her tits sat high and full, two heavy, pendulous orbs of pale opulence heavy enough to make lesser men salivate, nipples already stiff and begging like twin peaks demanding conquest.

The kind of rack that had ruined humans and made deities like me want to drop to my knees just to claim a taste. Pale skin flushed a soft, slutty rose at the edges, the underlighting painting her like she’d been engineered in some divine laboratory for maximum depravity.

Her narrow waist flared into hips that could make a man forget his own name, thighs thick and powerful, the kind that could crush skulls between them or wrap around a waist and never release their prize.

And that ass—sweet infernal mercy. Round, firm, two glorious globes of plush, resilient perfection that made you believe in divine intervention because no mortal architect could have sculpted something so shamelessly fuckable.

The cosmos and Divine Seed had done their job but only added to the already sinful, temptress she’s always been!

I could no longer slow down and dropped to my knees like gravity had personally betrayed me and handed her the crown of my sanity.

Started at her throat.

My mouth found the pulse point right under her jaw and I sucked, hard, teeth grazing just enough to pull a low, throaty moan from her depths—

"Ahh—!" The moan was soft but not polite... asking me to carry on like a plea of my princess who had decided the morning was hers to ruin and mine to orchestrate.

I licked down the elegant column of her neck, biting the slope of her shoulder with a slow, claiming clamp, then lower before I dragged my tongue along her collarbone while my hands ignited with Touch ability roamed like they owned the deed to her flesh making her moan each second.

My palms slid up her ribs, my thumbs brushing the tender undersides of those perfect tits ever so slightly before I finally gave in and cupped them fully in my hands although they were big... they still were perfect in my hands as I started squeezing, kneading them feeling their lavish weight spill and overflow between my fingers like warm, heavy bounty.

Anastasia arched into me, back bowing from pleasure I was waking up in her, pushing those fat, heaving breasts right into my face like a sacred offering from a goddess who knew exactly what she was doing.

I took one stiff peak of her nipples between my teeth and tugged at it before rolling it on my tongue sucking deep until her moan cracked into something sharper, needier—

"Nngh—yes—!"

The other received identical treatment but with my teeth scraping, companied with my tongue lashing while the flat of my palm delivered a light stinging slap against the side of her tit just to watch the heavy flesh bounce and jiggle obscenely before my eyes.

The sounds she made was half-laugh, moan half-gasp, like she couldn’t decide whether to curse my name or beg me to ruin her faster.

I did it again.

Harder.

Her hands fisted in my hair but she was not guiding... just anchoring herself while I devoured every curve like it owed me eternal tribute.

I continued down between her chest with my long tongue tracing the soft, inviting valley between her breasts before I moved lower kissing the tender underside of one her breast then I went to the other biting the sensitive skin until faint red marks bloomed on both, creating temporary tattoos declaring mine, mine, mine with my tongue and teeth in the language only teeth could write in inks of pleausure.

My palms slid down to her waist, gripping hard enough to leave perfect imprints of ownership, then around to that glorious ass.

Goddamn my woman ass.

I squeezed both of her ass cheeks with unyielding force... because I was not about to half-do things... my hands I spread her ass cheeks wide by digging my fingers deep into the plush, yielding meat while I kissed lower, across the flat plane of her stomach nipping at the soft skin just above her hip bone until she shivered violently.

I slapped her ass once—light, sharp, the crack echoing off the curved walls like a starting pistol for sin.

Her moan turned into a broken little laugh that arrowed straight into my core from the beauty of it—"Mmm—again—!"

I obliged like she’d begged.

I gave her two more quick slaps, one on each cheek, watching the heavy flesh jiggle and pink up beautifully under my hands like it was blushing just for me.

Before she knew it I was kissing there too—mouth on the curve of her hip, teeth sinking in with a slow, rolling clamp that made her hips jerk forward greedily.

I dragged my tongue along the crease where thigh met body, teasing, biting the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a vivid, claiming mark while my hands kept working that ass—squeezing, spreading, kneading the fat globes like dough I fully intended to ruin before the sun rose higher.

She was trembling now butit was not from weakness but from pure, electric, cock-starved want of her pussy.

Her thighs parted just a fraction on instinct and I rewarded her by licking a slow, deliberate stripe up the outside of one, then the other, biting the thick meat of her quad until she hissed my name like a curse and a prayer tangled together in only way she could—

"Peter—fuck—!"

I stood back up, spinning her again so her front pressed against the cool stone of the island. The contrast of hot, flushed skin against cold surface ripped a sharp gasp from her—

"Ahh—!"

Perfect... that was just perfect... my woman singing praise to me. I kicked her feet wider apart, then dropped back down behind her because that ass deserved a proper, reverent audience.

I kissed the base of her spine first. Slow and open-mouthed dropping lower, dragging my teeth over each perfect cheek while my hands spread her wide open, tongue tracing every inch except the one place she was aching for—because rules were rules and delicious torment was half the divine game.

I bit down on the underside of her ass, hard, sucking until the skin bruised prettily under my mouth in a deep, possessive bloom. I gave her another light slap.

Then a harder one.

Her moan vibrated through her whole body, hips pushing back against me like she could force me where she wanted—"Yes—harder—!"

I laughed against her skin—dark, low, the sound of a man who knew exactly how much godlike power he held right now.

"You’re shaking, Anastasia," I murmured, voice rough as ancient stone. "And I haven’t even gotten to your legs yet. How will you react if I do."

I did just to see her fall apart... I kissed down the backs of her thighs, biting the sensitive spots behind her knees until her legs trembled harder and she whimpered loudly.

I squeezed her calves and ran my palms up her smooth powerful muscle, then back up to that glorious ass for another round of greedy, bruising handfuls and sharp little slaps that turned her moans into full-on, broken whimpers—

"Ah—yes—more—!"

By the time I stood again, pulling her back against my chest so I could reach around and fill my hands with her tits once more—squeezing, pinching, rolling those stiff peaks while my mouth attacked the side of her neck with a fresh, savage bite—I was raging with need and she was a glorious mess of flushed skin, bitten marks, and soft, desperate sounds that filled the chamber like a hymn written for ruin.

Her head fell back against my shoulder, lips parted, breath coming in short, needy gasps.

I bit her earlobe, hard.

"Paris can wait another hour," I growled against her ear, one hand sliding down to grip her hip while the other kept torturing her breast. "Maybe two."

She laughed—breathless, wicked, already plotting her revenge.

And the closet, that over-engineered bastard, dimmed the lights just a fraction like it knew exactly how this morning was going to end.