Chapter 131 Delirium
Chapter 131 Delirium
❦ Rosalind ❦
Days later, after being fussed over by practically everyone, Viktor finally decided I was ready for the main surprise he’d been teasing me about.
I sat in the back of his Lambo truck, blindfolded, my hands folded neatly on my lap.
The air inside the car was thick with the familiar blend of my lavender perfume and his darker, woodsy cologne. It wrapped around me, dizzying and comforting.
The hum of the engine lulled me for a bit, but the not knowing was driving me insane. I shifted, fidgeted, bit my lip.
“Are we there yet?” I asked, unable to hide the giddiness creeping into my voice.
Viktor chuckled, a warm rumble that seemed to vibrate through the seat.
“Almost. Patience, Tesoro.”
Soon, I felt the car slow down beneath me, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires.
Then a light breeze slipped in through the opened door, cool against my skin. Viktor’s hand found mine, and he guided me out carefully.
The air outside smelled wet and heavy like rain. It whipped my hair into my face, and I laughed softly, swiping at it.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice suddenly closer, his body heat pressing softly against mine.
I nodded eagerly. “Yes.”
The blindfold slipped away.
For a moment, all I could see was him. His broad frame blocked my view, the fine fabric of his suit catching the light. The world beyond him didn’t exist.
My heart thudded, hard enough that I almost forgot to breathe.
Then he stepped aside, and everything came rushing in.
I gasped.
Docked just a few feet away was a massive white yacht, sleek and gleaming, the chrome rails catching glints of the weak afternoon sun.
It looked impossibly elegant, like a dream.
And then I saw the name carved in graceful cursive across the hull.
❦ Rosalind ❦
My throat went tight. I whipped my head toward Viktor, eyes wide, a laugh tumbling out of me before I could stop it.
“You didn’t.”
His smile was proud and mischievous. “I did. I hope you like it.”
“Like it?” I threw my arms around him, my heart a wild mess in my chest. “Are you kidding? I love it.”
He held me close, chuckling softly as I buried my face in his neck. When I pulled back, I saw workers already moving about, loading bags and boxes onto the deck. Our bags.
My brows knitted. “Wait, how long are we staying on this getaway?”
Viktor leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his voice low enough to make my knees weak.
“As long as you want, Cara Mia.”
A grin spread across my face before I could stop it.
Warmth bloomed in my chest, spreading all the way down to my toes.
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I was blindfolded.
Again.
The darkness felt alive behind my lids, my skin hummed with static. Every breath sounded too loud, every heartbeat too fast.
I could feel the air shift as the faint brush of something soft glided over my chest, tracing fire over my nipples.
I jolted. The restraints tugged at my wrists when I tried to move, reminding me I wasn’t free.
The bed dipped beside me, and I turned my head toward the sound, straining for him. The air felt different where he was, warmer, heavier.
“Please,” I whispered to the darkness. “Touch me.”
He didn’t answer. But I felt him lean in.
The first touch of his mouth on my shoulder made me gasp and shudder. The next kiss dragged lower to the edge of my collarbone, then down, slower still.
Every inch he claimed left a trail of heat in its wake.
Not seeing him made everything sharper. More desperate.
Bound and helpless, I trusted him completely, aching for his next touch.
The wet press of his lips on my nipples melted my restraint. I mewled at the feel of his hand palming my breast, twisting the nipple in a punishing grip. Slapping the sides to make them jiggle.
“Let me touch you,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “Please.”
He still didn’t speak.
My only answer was his low groan, steady and maddening. His hand skimmed lower, dragging heat over my stomach and hips.
My fingers flexed uselessly against the restraints as a moan escaped me.
My pulse was everywhere, in my wrists, my throat, my stomach. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to break free or fall apart.
My legs splayed open with his gentle guidance, and he buried his tongue ferociously inside my cunt.
He knew exactly what I wanted before I even breathed it into words.
I gave in completely, allowing myself succumb to the delirium of pleasure that was my husband's sinful mouth.
His tongue dipped again and again, drawing back to kiss my sensitive edges.
When my breathing turned to panting, he replaced his tongue with fingers and sucked my clit.
A torrent of heat flooded my sex. Desperate, sinful sounds escaped me with abandon.
He rolled the tip of his tongue firmly around my bud, massaging my gspot at the same time with his fingers.
White light shot behind my eyes.
“Oh god…!”
He gingerly lapped and sucked until my breathing slowed. My skin hot and covered with a sheen of sweat.
When he finally pulled back, I was shaking. My body thrummed with every heartbeat. My breath was shallow.
And then, at last, I felt his hands at my wrists. The leather binds fell away. Freedom.
I tore the blindfold off, blinking through the dim light until I found him, close enough to taste the air he breathed.
He looked wrecked, his face glistening. Beautiful. Mine.
A predatory smile curved my mouth.
“Now,” I said softly, my voice hoarse. “My turn.”
I wanted payback.
Slowly, I pushed myself upright, my eyes locked on him. He leaned back on his elbows, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.
“I’m going to ruin you, husband," I promised.
His mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite manage it. “Is that so?”
I crawled toward him, my gaze never leaving his. His breath caught when I reached him. I slid my hands over his chest, lower, until I gripped his massive, hot girth.
It had been a while since I took him, I almost balked.
But he stared down at me with a challenge, and I’d already made that promise.
The glide of my lips down his shaft made him jump. I would’ve smiled if I weren’t so full.
He groaned above me, his hands snaking into my hair to push in deeper.
“Fuck…”
He suddenly pulled me up, his jewels warm under my palms, the steady thud of his heartbeat proof that I’d unraveled him as much as he had me.
“You think you can handle me, Tesoro?” he rasped.
I smiled. “Try me.”
He did.
Grabbing my hips, he pulled me over to sit on his erection, pushing me down until I’d sank halfway onto his length.
He groaned.
I gasped.
I rolled my hips tentatively, riding the tip of his cock with careful movements.
“All of it, gattina…” he growled.
The command in his voice pooled warmth in my core, and I slid lower.
He was shaking.
I loved it. I wanted to tease him, I wanted to make him lose his mind.
I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees, riding him so he could see everything.
His gaze burned a path from my parted lips, to my bouncing breasts, to where he slid in and out of me.
He suddenly stilled me. Licked his lips.
“You’ve adjusted? Hmm…?”
I nodded, still circling my hips.
A yelp tore from me when he moved, my back hitting the center of the mattress with him still buried inside me.
He began to move against me with deep, solid rolls that kept us fused, the drag of his pelvis pulverizing my clit between our bodies.
His hips snapped with urgency, his tip hitting just the right spot.
I felt the jerk in my legs first, my thighs tightening around him as my pussy spasmed and sucked him impossibly deeper.
My throat opened in a loud, shuddering moan.
He surged into me powerfully, grunting in my ear, his grip sharp and unrelenting. And I was done.
My eyes rolled back, the orgasm radiating up my spine and down my toes.
Viktor wheezed. “Fuck… squeeze me just like that…”
His hips stuttered, his cock pulsed in me.
He hissed, emptying into me with a hot gush.
When it was over, neither of us moved for a while. The air was thick with heat and silence, our heavy breaths tangled in it.
He reached for me eventually, drawing me against him, his thumb tracing lazy circles at my spine.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t need to say anything.
I just let myself melt into his chest, into the rhythm of his breathing.
I could feel him trembling against me, and I realized I’d never wanted anything else.
This… us… was everything I’d ever wanted.