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I nod and swallow. Confirming. He knows it is, but it’s like he needs one final check to have my consent.

“This is my first time, and I want it to be with you.”

“It will hurt, at least at first,” he says gently.

I rest my hand on his cheek. “Markov. Are you. . . trembling?”

I’m shocked that the strongest, most fearless man I’ve ever met seems scared at what we’re about to do.

He nods and licks his lips. Swallows. Tightens his grip on my wrists. “It’s only because I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life,” he says hoarsely.

I hold his gaze. “Take what’s yours. I’d help you in, but you’re holding my wrists.”

His stern face breaks into a grin, an actual grin. In seconds, he’s pushed down his boxers with his free hand and taken out his hard length. I swallow, my breath catching. I’m so eager to have him in me.

“Please,” I whisper. I want him to know how badly I want him.

The warm head of his cock teases my slick entrance. I’m holding my breath, and he’s holding my gaze. Slowly, firmly, never wavering while he looks at me, Markov enters me.

I’m so full and stretched, but he’s so gentle it barely registers as pain. He’s trembling from the effort of holding back.

His eyes roll back, and he curses out loud. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight and hot. Jesus, Vera, your hot little cunt’s like a goddamn masterpiece.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, my heart surging in my chest. My need for him pounds in my veins. Finally, he thrusts.

I hold my breath, pleasure mixed with pain as he eases nearly all the way out before he comes back in, his cock filling me. Again, he thrusts, this time a tiny bit more forceful. Again, pleasure-pain consumes me, and my moans join his until he builds a rhythm that takes over all thought and replaces it with utter bliss.

Every thrust brings me closer to another surge of pleasure, and I hardly know what to expect.

The tightness around my wrists intensifies as he thrusts again, this time harder than before. I whimper.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his forehead crinkled in concern.

“No, God, no, don’t stop,” I beg. “Please. . . please, Daddy, take me.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers in my ear. “Perfect, Vera. Thank you. I’ll never forget what you gave me.”

Thrust after thrust, he builds a steady rhythm of perfect bliss, carrying me and sending me higher and higher. I wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible, and this, this right here, is the only way.

He curses in my ear as he spills inside me, and my own climax, this one sweeter and fuller and somehow more perfect, overtakes me at the same time. We ride the high of ecstasy until he falls beside me and utters something in Russian.

And while I run my hand silently down the length of his muscled, inked back slicked with dampness, I realize. . . it’s the first time in my life I feel like a woman.

“Markov,” I say quietly. Thoughtfully.

“Mmmm?” he asks, his head buried on my chest. It makes him almost look boyish.

“What just happened?”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Vera

“You gave me the greatest gift a woman can give.”

“My virginity?”

“Your trust. Your openness. Your vulnerability. And yeah, baby. Your virginity.”

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