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Fuck. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I gathered her into my arms and stepped out of the tub, perching her on its edge, too aroused to care about the puddle we were making on the tiles. Then, I knelt between her legs, parting her pussy lips with my fingers, my cock twitching at the way her flesh throbbed under my attention.

She wanted me to use my tongue on her, and that was all the encouragement I needed to begin. I started at her breasts again, gently biting, licking, and sucking at each nipple as if I were trying to devour them.

At first, Maya stiffened, but before long, she melted into my touch, allowing her muscles to relax. Soon after that, her moans grew louder, and she began breathing rapidly.

She closed her eyes as if intoxicated. I continued my assault, and soon I felt hot, moist liquid oozing over my mouth. As my mouth closed over her clit, Maya cried out.

I felt her body shudder under my ministrations. She gripped my shoulders and pulled me closer. I pressed her nipples deeper into my tongue, and she cried out, writhing in pleasure.

After she came down from her climax, I stood, gathering her up, and she wrapped herself around my waist.

Nuzzling at my jawline, she murmured, “Your… your mouth feels so good, Dominik.”

Then, Maya kissed me again, deeply this time. It surprised me at first, but then I kissed her back, my passion igniting to a blazing fire.

I was fucking hard as rock. I needed to be inside her. Right now.

With that singular thought, I held her to me and strode out of the bathroom, both of us naked and wet, but I didn’t give a fuck. The fuck I gave was the one I intended to beat her pussy with. Blindly, we kissed, until I tumbled her onto the bed, my cock leaking precum, eager to feel her tight heat.

And it was with that fervor that I pounded into her, deeper and deeper. I fucked her as if her life depended on it. She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. In fact, she was panting for breath, almost screaming with ecstasy.

I continued, increasing my tempo even more, until I could hear my own breathing as fast as hers. I thrust harder, faster.

Then, without warning, Maya’s whole body jerked, stiffening up. I froze and watched her body spasm. Her legs curled and her knees bent upwards. I could swear I felt the vibration of her entire body in unison with my own.

She let loose with a long moan. After several seconds passed, her orgasm subsided. Then, she relaxed and sank against me.

I stroked her back and kissed her tenderly, feeling her wetness seeping against the sheets. Fuck, she was fucking sexy.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before Maya lifted herself up. “That was intense,” she sighed.

I moved to kiss her again and she returned my kisses.

She was mine, and mine alone. I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted in life. She was bigger than my achievements, more important than anything.

I wanted to plunge into her over and over again, and feel her draw me deeper and deeper. I wanted nothing else but her. She was so beautiful and so fragile, yet strong and powerful at the same time. The strength in those delicate fingers, and the strength in her thighs. I wanted to protect her and keep her safe, and to feel her beneath me, moving with wild abandon.

I wanted her body to explode with desire. I wanted to see every single expression of ecstasy on her exquisite face. She had no secrets. She would tell me everything.

When our passion cooled, Maya smiled up at me, her dark hair dripping water on the already-soaked bedspread. She looked absolutely beautiful.

“Are you ready to join me?”

Chapter 17 - Maya

As my eyes fluttered open, I felt a rush of emotions flood through me.

Pieces and fragments of the previous night came rushing back into focus, making me remember the emotion-filled vows, the thunderous applause of our guests, and the extraordinary reception which was the crown of it all.

No. Not exactly. The passionate night between me and Dominik. Yes. That had been the crown of it all.

It all revolved around Dominik. Only he had made this possible.

Dominik’s room was even more luxurious than the one I’d been staying in, though every room seemed more opulent than the last in this prestigious mansion. Now my home.

Rays of morning sun pierced through the lace fabric of the decadent curtains, lighting up Dominik’s dark hair. No. They lit up my husband’s hair.

I soaked up the image of his peaceful, sleeping face, which showed no traces of the ruthless Bratva boss he was known to be.

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