Pearl’s POV
The bedding was rough beneath my back, but it was nothing compared to the burn igniting between my thighs. Demyan hovered over me, his body hot, heavy, and unyielding. My chest rose and fell too quickly, and every nerve screamed as his c**k slid over my clit again,hard, swollen, slick with my own wetness but never entering me.
A strangled whimper escaped my lips.
“Demyan…” My voice cracked, trembling with need. “Please…”
He chuckled low in his throat, dark and cruel, and the sound vibrated against my skin. “Please what, little wife? You want me to fvck you? Want me to split you open and shove this c**k inside where it belongs?”
The coarse tease sent shivers down my spine, but instead of mercy, he dragged himself over me again, slow, deliberate, maddening. My hips jerked in
