Page 80 of Rule of Three

We tumble into the room in a blur of limbs and lips, each of us eager to get the other’s clothes off. Every place on my body that Andrei can reach through the tug and pull of undressing, he kisses, no matter if it’s the back of my arm or the curve of my waist. Once all clothes are off and scattered across the room, he sweeps me into his arms and drops us onto the mattress, cradling my head protectively as I land beneath him.

“Valentina,” he murmurs, kissing every tender love bite he made on my skin. Each press of his lips is slow, meticulous, reverent.

My breath hitches as he sinks his teeth into the mark on my neck, the zing of pleasure-pain going straight to my clit.

I ache for him in a way I’ve never ached for anyone or anything before.

“I’ve waited so long for this. To finally have you in my arms.” He exhales heavily as his body settles over mine, warm and strong and perfect.

Wrapped in his embrace, I’m given free roam to explore. My hands drift up the hard planes of his back and across his broad shoulders, feeling parts of him that I’ve never dared before. His muscles shift beneath my touch, and he moans in my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Andrei.”

I’ve always known he was handsome, but the way he tenderly sweeps his tongue down my neck and caresses the curve of my waist can only be described as beautiful. His touch awakens every cell in my body, magnified by the way his scent lingers in the air. With every breath I take, I breathe in a part of him.

He chuckles and lifts his head from the new spot he’s claiming with his teeth. “I’ve never been called beautiful before.”

I sweep my fingers through his soft locks, admiring his high cheekbones and rough jawline. “You are.”

He presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “I’ll treasure the word, zhena.” Sliding his thigh between mine, he spreads my legs as he aligns our hips, dragging the tip of his cock through my slick folds.

My eyes roll back in my head as he sets a slow, steady pace, teasing my entrance, one thrust after another. Pleasure rolls through my body as he drags against my clit and lower, pulling moan after moan from my lips as he slides inside a little more each time he rolls his hips.

“But you’re mistaken, you are the most beautiful creature in this world”—he grips my shoulder tightly and presses the head of his cock deeper—“and the next.”

The stretch burns as he works to fit inside. Slowly, one inch becomes two, then three, until finally?—

We moan in unison, Andrei’s head tipping back the instant our hips meet. “Fuck,” he curses, “baby, you’re squeezing so tight. Breathe for me.”

I take a shallow breath as he pulls out. Again, he pushes, holding me steady as he carves out space for himself.

“Breathe. That’s it. Let me in, baby.”

I’ve been soaking wet for hours, but it’s still a fight for Andrei to fit. Sweat beads across his brow as he lowers his body over mine, holding both his arms over my head. He kisses me hard and thrusts, ignoring any resistance that remains. He takes, finally claiming my body as his.

My screams are lost in the vicious, wet slap of skin on skin, and the pressure quickly morphs into pleasure. Raw, unbridled pleasure that zips straight up my spine.

My moans are deep, emanating from my chest every time Andrei fills me.

“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, groaning into my ear. “Your body was made for me, zhena. Made to take my cock.” He slams into me with enough force that the bed frame bangs against the wall. “I’m gonna fill you up, beautiful.” Bang. “Such a dirty girl—” Bang. “Asking me to come inside you.” Bang. “To be your first.”

I clench around his cock as my pleasure peaks, his words switching to Russian as he drills into me faster, harder, louder?—

“Fuck,” he hisses, burying deep. His cock pulses as he fulfills his promise, coating my insides with his cum. With each twitch of his cock, my pleasure builds until I finally tip over the edge with him.

Eyes shut and nails digging into his back, I lock my legs around him and ride out every wave of pleasure tearing through me. His cock stills inside me, and when he pulls back, he groans.

Something warm leaks out.

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”

Andrei thrusts, the glide smoother than before, and grinds his cock.

All rational thought leaves my body as he arches his back and hits a pressure point I never knew existed. I pant loudly as he repeats the movement, dragging his length against my walls until he hits that spot again. My eyes roll back, and I can’t breathe.

“Your body begged for my cum.” He sits up and grins down at me. “Milked me for every last drop.” He grunts, grabbing my hips and slamming me over his length. The pace ramps up, once again brutal, and I claw at the sheets as I try to find purchase. Stability. Something to hold on to.

Andrei’s grin curves down at the edges. His nails dig harder into my muscle, stinging as my skin breaks and he draws blood. “He never deserved this.” The headboard rocks against the wall, and a picture frame crashes to the floor. “He never deserved you.”

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