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I don’t even realize I’ve closed my eyes until he says that. When I do, all I see are his. Huge. Burning so bright, I feel like I’m staring into twin black suns.
Then, with one groaning thrust, he’s inside me.
This isn’t my first time taking him. But I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the way he stretches me around his thick shaft. How he makes me feel every single inch in depths I never knew existed before him.
“This,” he snarls once he’s fully seated inside me. “This is what I want. You, Only you. Always you.”
When he moves, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer for another kiss. I can’t move on my own–not with the way he’s impaled me like this–and some deep, primal part of me sings with distinct pleasure just at the thought.
His.
His to enjoy. To savor, to angle just how he wants so we’re both feeding each other our moans and gasps and grunts.
His to crave.
His to protect.
It doesn’t take long to push me over the edge. Pasha holds me there, squeezed against the wall and balls–deep inside me, not giving me
anywhere to buck or writhe my release out like my body wants to. But being this helpless only intensifies every spasm, every limb–tingling surge of pleasure, until even Pasha is gritting his teeth so he doesn’t tumble with me.
It’s not until the spasms subside that I realize I’m biting his shoulder. “Sor-”
He cuts off my apology by ripping my face up so he can claim another kiss. Tongue sliding along tongue, making sure I ride out every aftershock on him.
When he lets me go, he snarls, “Don’t you ever fucking apologize for what you to do me. For what you make me do to you. If I hear ‘Sorry‘ on your lips again from now until the end of time, well… I’ll have no choice but to fuck that ‘Sorry‘ right out of you.”
He sets me down, but it’s only a fraction of a second of catching my breath before he whips me around, flattens my hands against the wall, and shoves himself right back into my throbbing pussy.
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“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
He feels even bigger at this angle. Every thrust pushes me up onto my toes, until my legs tremble and I don’t know how much longer I can stay here.
We go faster. His hands roam everywhere and every thrust comes with whispered little snatches of
words that make me shiver and shudder and come even harder.
“Mine.”
“Perfect.”
“Take me like my perfect little slut.”
A fist grabs the nape of my wet hair and pulls my head back. Pasha sinks his teeth into my neck, right below my jaw, and sucks.
“I’ll mark you however I fucking want,” he pants in my ear. “I’ll keep marking you until everyone knows that you’re mine. Until there’s no room
for doubt. With diamonds, with lovebites, with handprints on your ass and your thighs and your throat so they all fucking know whose queen you are.”
All I can do is moan.
He thrusts deep and my pussy spasms and my head swims and finally, finally, my legs can’t take it anymore. I fall off Pasha’s cock and go slithering to the ground–but that’s fine, because when I turn around, he’s still right there. I act without thinking, like his hands and his words have turned me into exactly what he called me.
His queen.
His perfect slut.
And God help us both, that’s exactly what I want to be.
I reach up and circle his huge dick with both hands. Rising up on my knees, I suck him down. I keep my eyes open so I can see his face contort in surprise and then, right on its heels, the most savage, growled pleasure I’ve ever heard from him.
It’s almost enough to make me come all over again.
Don’t ever apologize for what you do to me, he said. How can I, when it feels this good to know that he makes that noise for me and me alone? Not any other woman alive can do to Pasha Chekhov what I’m doing to him right now.
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So when he roars and explodes in my mouth as he splutters, “Fuck, Daphne…” I don’t bother apologizing.
I just swallow his salty cum and let myself be exactly what he wants me to be.
Pasha braces a hand on the wall to steady himself. His chest keeps rising and falling as he struggles to
catch his breath.
And he’s staring at me with something like wonder in his eyes as I smile up at him and lick the rest of him off my lips.
He reaches down to pull me up into his arms. The water is soothing against our hot skin. I can already tell I’m gonna be walking funny for a while, but I have zero regrets.
I also cannot remember why I even barged in here in the first place.
Pasha tips my head back so I can see the smug pride in his eyes. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel some smug pride in my own right.
“A woman like you should never be on her knees,” he murmurs. “But damn, do you nearly bring me to
mine.”
