Page 164 of The Darkness is Calling

But when I try to move down between her thighs, she takes my face in her delicate palms and stops me.

“I want you inside me. Now. Please, muzh moy20!”

Yes! She’s ours!

The voices purr like a choir of dark angels who have achieved their purpose.

I growl, starving for a whole lifetime in which I get to hear her call me that.

With a few rushed movements, I strip off my clothes while she gets rid of the bra still hanging from her body, then the tiny slip of underwear.

“Moya prekrasnaya zhena21,” I murmur, slowly lowering myself between her thighs, but not before dragging my tongue once over her wet, sweet pussy, where I could spend my entire existence without feeding on anything else.

She arches beneath me and touches me with need. The way her fingers dig into my arms, impatient for me to give her what she needs, it makes me drive into her core in one slide. I sink all the way in, and the sensation is so good it burns away every thought in my head, while my body catches fire against hers.

I need a few moments before I can move again without risking coming too soon.

“It feels so good,” she whispers, seeking my lips, which want her just as badly.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her in Russian.

20Муж мой (ru.) – my husband

21моя прекрасная жена (ru.) – my beautiful wife

I pull out slowly, then back again, finding a controlled rhythm, until her warm body and her louder moans throw me into a vortex full of sensations far too pleasurable. I move inside her like a madman, kissing her or gripping her flesh with a wild need.

I feel her velvet core is getting tighter around me, reminding me, as it does every time, that this woman was made for me.

I’ll wipe from the face of the earth anyone who ever touched her before me.

“You’re gripping me so well! Fuck!” I growl through my teeth, propped on one elbow so I can watch her parted lips, through which she pants harder.

She cries out loudly and throws her head back when a wave of warm wetness floods over me as I thrust powerfully into the center of her desire. My gaze drops to where our bodies collide faster and faster, and seeing wetness produced by her ejaculation, it sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my whole body. I feel myself swell even more, and I come hard. I fill her womb until my cum begins to spill from her when I move again to prolong her aftershocks.

Behind my closed eyes, millions of tiny stars dance to a melody created by her moans, but when I open my eyelids, her face is like a magnificent universe, one I could never tire of seeing.

“Fuck... I love you so damn much!” I say fiercely, pressing my lips to hers, until our teeth touch.

When I find the courage to leave her warmth, some of my cum spills out, but I frown.

Waste.

I gather it with two fingers and push it back into her sensitive pussy, which trembles at my touch.

“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing when she sees my focused expression.

“Putting the children back.”

Katya is laughing, but I don’t understand why. I’m very serious about this, especially since it’s about our future as a family.

“There,” I declare, satisfied once I’m done, stretching out beside her so I can pull her against my chest.

I kiss her forehead, then her lips again, and breathe more peacefully as my heartbeat calms.

There is silence in my mind, and it is all because of her.

“Tell me about your voices,” she asks softly, with slight hesitation, as if she’s reading my thoughts. “You’ve never told me, but... I know there’s something there.”