Page 101 of Sinful Blaze

He sets me down, but it’s only a fraction of a second of catching my breath before he whips me around, flattens my hands against the wall, and shoves himself right back into my throbbing pussy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

He feels even bigger at this angle. Every thrust pushes me up onto my toes, until my legs tremble and I don’t know how much longer I can stay here.

We go faster. His hands roam everywhere and every thrust comes with whispered little snatches of words that make me shiver and shudder and come even harder.

“Mine.”

“Perfect.”

“Take me like my perfect little slut.”

A fist grabs the nape of my wet hair and pulls my head back. Pasha sinks his teeth into my neck, right below my jaw, and sucks.

“I’ll mark you however I fucking want,” he pants in my ear. “I’ll keep marking you until everyone knows that you’re mine. Until there’s no room for doubt. With diamonds, with lovebites, with handprints on your ass and your thighs and your throat so they all fucking know whose queen you are.”

All I can do is moan.

He thrusts deep and my pussy spasms and my head swims and finally, finally, my legs can’t take it anymore. I fall off Pasha’s cock and go slithering to the ground—but that’s fine, because when I turn around, he’s still right there. I act without thinking, like his hands and his words have turned me into exactly what he called me.

His queen.

His perfect slut.

And God help us both, that’s exactly what I want to be.

I reach up and circle his huge dick with both hands. Rising up on my knees, I suck him down. I keep my eyes open so I can see his face contort in surprise and then, right on its heels, the most savage, growled pleasure I’ve ever heard from him.

It’s almost enough to make me come all over again.

Don’t ever apologize for what you do to me, he said. How can I, when it feels this good to know that he makes that noise for me and me alone? Not any other woman alive can do to Pasha Chekhov what I’m doing to him right now.

So when he roars and explodes in my mouth as he splutters, “Fuck, Daphne…” I don’t bother apologizing.

I just swallow his salty cum and let myself be exactly what he wants me to be.

Pasha braces a hand on the wall to steady himself. His chest keeps rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath.

And he’s staring at me with something like wonder in his eyes as I smile up at him and lick the rest of him off my lips.

He reaches down to pull me up into his arms. The water is soothing against our hot skin. I can already tell I’m gonna be walking funny for a while, but I have zero regrets.

I also cannot remember why I even barged in here in the first place.

Pasha tips my head back so I can see the smug pride in his eyes. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel some smug pride in my own right.

“A woman like you should never be on her knees,” he murmurs. “But damn, do you nearly bring me to mine.”

39

DAPHNE

“Goddammit.”

I’m muttering under my breath, but I’m pretty sure my driver for today—Ivan—still hears it.

Not that I care. I’m busy freaking out over the giant hickey Pasha left on my neck.

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