Page 62 of Doctored Vows

“Fuck… God… Please.”

Sentences are above me.

Breathing is above me.

And so is Maksim.

His giant, brooding frame hovers over me a second before he tilts my hips, lines up for a home run, and then enters me with one ardent thrust.

I call out, the sensation almost overwhelming.

I’ve never felt so full and content at the same time. I’m stretched beyond my limit, my vagina burning as it struggles to accommodate his size, but ecstatic to have reached this stage of our exchange for the second time.

Lust thickens my veins when Maksim drags his cock all the way out before he slams back in. He takes me so deep that I ride the crest between pain and pleasure for several long seconds before it veers in one direction—pleasure.

“Oh god, you’re so…”

“Deep.”

He thrusts into me harder.

“Hard.”

I clamp around him when he adds a flick to his hips that drives me wild.

“Striving not to lose control.” He aligns our eyes, his pupils widening when I don’t attempt to hide how he makes me feel. “I’ll burn down the entire world and everyone in it before I will ever give this up. I won’t let anyone take this from me.”

He waits for me to see the honesty in his eyes before he screws me senseless. He takes charge of my body, commands every inch, and I let him.

Maksim’s toes dig into the wooden floorboards as the wave in my stomach crests. He drives into me on repeat, fucking me as I’ve never been fucked. He acts like it is his mission to unravel me, to have me screaming his name loud enough for all the guests at his hotel to hear.

He fucks like a machine designed solely to make me come.

And that is precisely what I do two seconds later.

As an orgasm crashes into me, Maksim’s name tears from my throat. I quiver around him, my thighs trembling as frequently as the moans bellowing around the sex-scented space, but his pace doesn’t slow in the slightest. He continues driving into me, grunting, panting, and increasing my screams until they reach an ear-piercing level.

“Yes, Doc. Scream my name. Say it so loud I’ll hear it for a week.”

When he tilts my ass higher, giving himself unrestricted access to my pussy, a familiar tightening in the lower half of my stomach builds again. It forms like a wildfire—out of control and with no chance of being diminished.

He pumps into me on repeat, caking my skin with sweat with every perfect thrust. I’m overcome in an instant, clawing and panting as fireworks detonate through me for the umpteenth time tonight.

As a ruckus of devastation scorches my veins, I still before throwing my head back and moaning through the stars blistering before me.

The tingles spreading from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair augment when Maksim grinds out his release. He thrusts into me another three times before the hot spurts of cum erupting from his cock extend my orgasm.

“Fuck, Doc,” he groans between frantic breaths as he struggles to fill his lungs with air. “How is this even real?” He bites at my lips and licks up a droplet of sweat before he rolls over, taking me with him.

We lay entangled for several long minutes, the heat never lessening despite our nakedness.

How could it when the most intimate parts of our bodies are still joined?

“No,” Maksim murmurs a short time later when I attempt to wiggle out of his embrace. I’d rather stay wrapped up in his warmth, but even if I hadn’t studied the female anatomy, I’d still know the importance of using the facilities after sexual activities. “Let him stay. My cock loves being surrounded by your heat.”

His groggy voice is so sexy nothing but need fuels my tone when I ask, “Even when we’re not doing anything?”

Maksim lowers the arm he threw over his eyes before peering at me. I smile when I notice how at peace he seems. There’s no crinkle between his brows, and his eyes still shimmer with danger, but more because of the damage they could inflict on my heart than anything else.

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