Page 126 of Little Blue

Now that he has me where he wants me, his hand moves down the length of my spine. My back arches, chasing his touch, until he lifts it from my skin. Then I feel the tip of his hot dick pressing into the crease between my ass.

Nerves flutter, dancing with arousal.

“I’m going to have this, Little Blue. I’m going to fucking have every part of you.”

I whimper, my pussy weeping with need. I can’t handle this.

I spread my legs, begging silently for him to wreck me. Ruin me. Show me his monster.

He notches his tip to my pussy. I throw my head back, arching my ass into his groin, fingers curling against tile.

He leans forward, his teeth biting into my shoulder hard enough to make me gasp, but not hard enough to mark. Then he thrusts, filling me in one quick thrust. I scream, because he doesn’t wait for me to stretch around him before he’s pulling back and thrusting again. The slick sounds of his cock sliding into my wet core mingle with the strangled groans that fall from his reluctant lips. My body bounces, the cum he released on my chest trickling south as sweat beads my flesh to mix with the mist of the shower that pelts Ilya’s back. I can feel the slow trickle of it when he yanks me away from the wall, fucking me harder and faster and rougher from behind. I reach out to hold myself steady, but my gaze is called down to my breasts at the feel of the cum sliding over my nipple. My lips part at the filthy hotness that I see when I take in my chest.

I’ve never seen a sight more depraved.

Ilya circles my waist with one strong arm as the other reaches up to palm my breast. The rough pad of his thumb spreads his seed over my pink nipple like lube, plucking and pulling as his brutal thrusts quicken.

Oh wait, I’m wrong. This is way more depraved.

“Look at you. Covered in my come as I fill your pretty pussy.” His teeth graze my neck. “Give me your mouth, baby.”

I don’t hesitate, tipping my head to the side. He covers my mouth with demanding lips. They aren’t soft. Tonight, there is nothing soft about Ilya. My monster.

He kisses me deeply, fucking my mouth as he fucks my pussy. It’s not long after he claims my lips that his thrusts become unmeasured and frantic. As he spills hot ribbons of release into my core, he grunts his pleasure into my mouth.

He fills my body and my heart in one filthy, vile, twisted, beautiful moment.

I gasp in air, smiling in triumph. “There he is.” My voice softens, “My monster.”

He chuckles, the sound so beautiful, so soft, for this raw moment. “I fucking love you.” His arms pulse around me. “So much, Irelynn. My heart.” He nuzzles my neck. “My Little Blue.”

Fifty-Two

Irelynn

I’ve never eaten so much food in a two-day span as I have while staying at Ilya’s family home for the holidays. The sheer amount of food is near to putting me into a coma. One more tart and I’ll surely be a goner.

“It’s intense. My family loves to eat when we gather—food everywhere, but this—” Nevaeh’s eyes are saucer wide as she bounces her baby in her arms, patting his back tenderly. “This takes things to a whole new level.”

I smile at Nevaeh—my soon-to-be sister-in-law. I love her. She’s great.

“It really does,” I agree.

I have fond memories of the holidays when my parents were alive, but nothing quite like this. Sure, we had food. Lots of food. But this really is something else.

Ilya reaches around me for the tart I’m eyeing. I can’t help it; everything is so damn good. He takes a big bite. Then he offers me the remaining tart with a look that tells me he did it for me. He knew I wanted it, but wouldn’t take what I couldn’t finish, so he helped.

God, I love him.

I moan when the treat hits my tongue. Ilya’s eyes flare and Nevaeh beams. “You know, when I first met Ilya, he scared the crap out of me. Like, seriously—on edge.” My eyes fasten back to her, even as Ilya slides his hand around my waist as though he thinks I might run from whatever it is Nevaeh is going to say. As if.

“The guy was cold. Like, ice cold. I remember thinking the woman who caught his eye would need to be hella strong.” Nevaeh appraises me. “And here you are.” Her smile turns gentle. “I know how Tara and Alexei began, and I know how you began—so I know you’re really strong. You’d have to be. But you’re also really soft. Sweet. Caring. And so perfectly right for Ilya. Because Ilya is one of the best men I know.” She sniffles, giving her flushed face a wave with her free hand. She blubbers, “Sorry—new mom hormones.”

“It’s all good.”

“I just want you to know that he’s a good man. A really good man and—he saved my life.”

I feel my brows climb, then I look sideways at Ilya. “You did?”

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