Page 214 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Is this what you want, Briar?” Rurik whispers against my ear, opposite to the way his hands are gripping my thighs as he continuously slams into me. “You like it when I abuse that tight cunt?”

I throw my head back and groan. “Jesus.”

“No, baby. Jesus isn’t the one fucking you,” Rurik snaps, “It’s me, your fucking angel, so you better open your eyes so you can see that.”

“Holy shit Rurik,” I let out a disbelieving laugh, but it ends up sounding like some wanton moan as his dick hits my sensitive spot. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He groans, leaning down to capture my breast in his mouth. My back arches when his tongue flickers around my nipple.

“I want to feel you come,” Rurik grunts, placing the pad of his thumb on my sensitive nerve as his hips thrust faster, harder, and deeper.

Holy fuck. I am a blubbering mess. My voice is so hoarse from all the noises I make as his fingers circle my clit.

“Oh fuck, oh God, oh God—”

“What the fuck did I say, Briar?”

“Fuck — Oh — angel, I'm going to… shit… Keep going, don't stop…”

Rurik groans deeply — whether it's pain from my nails digging into his back or the feeling of my sex clenching his cock as I come — and angles his face to kiss me.

“That’s it,” Rurik roughly releases a breath. “Good girl, baby.”

I keep coming as he continues moving in and out of me, only slowing down as my breathing starts to normalize. His kisses become softer, his touches gentler. I pull away from him and release a satisfying sigh, grinning up at him.

He grins back before throwing my leg over his shoulder. “My turn.”

My eyes roll in the back of my skull as he drives into me. But he's going slowly this time.

“You drive me fucking insane, Briar,” Rurik groans. The deep and slow sensation of his dick sliding in and out of me sending jolts of electricity within me. “What have you done to me?”

Even though I already came, I still feel waves of pleasure, and I'm so damn wet again as I meet his hips thrust with thrust.

He whispers, “You broke me. I don't even know who and what I am anymore.”

I cup his cheek and kiss him, sucking in his puffs of breath as if he's the oxygen I desperately need. “Of course you know, angel.”

He stares at me and swallows hard. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nod, leaning up to lick his Adam's apple. “You know you're mine.”

And he is. He belongs to me, just as I belong to him. I've been his since we first met at the gallery. This isn't about sex anymore, at least not for me. I love this man. He's mine to protect, mine to keep.

Nothing will ever hurt him again; I will not allow it.

His eyes droop close as he kisses me again, his thrusts picking up. He shudders, and I can feel his dick thickening inside me. He murmurs something against the corner of my lips, kissing my cheeks and jaw. His breathing stutters as my nails graze his lower back. I can tell he's ready to come.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” I whisper against his ear. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Mmm… Fuck!” He growls, doing exactly as I ask as he continues rolling his hips. He releases a drawn-out groan as he empties inside me, lacing our fingers together as he kisses me hard.

After a few minutes of kissing, Rurik lifts himself and mutters, “Sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I'm okay,” I say as I kiss his chest. “Thank you.”

He smiles and looks down between us. I follow his gaze to see trails of his come dripping out of me. A wicked grin spreads across his face, “Baby, seriously? Clean up the mess you made.”

I throw a pillow at his smug face, smothering the sound of his deep laughter.

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