Page 55 of Forced Marriage Vows

“That’s my girl,” I murmur before kissing her.

Together, we manage to take off my pants, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

“Now you’re going to get on the bed, sweetheart. On your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?”

She bites her lips, her expression tentative before she nods once. My eyes are on her ass she climbs on the bed. I raise my hand to my mouth to suck my fingers, the taste of her coating my tongue. Finding a condom in a drawer, I roll it onto my pulsing cock.

I climb onto the bed as well, on my knees behind her, gathering up her hair in my fist. I run a free hand along her cunt; she’s visibly wet. Very slowly, I push into her, her pussy gripping my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, wincing when she pushes back to take more of me in, her hips wiggling.

She sighs, a satisfied one that makes me rumble with pleasure. I realize I’m holding my breath, the moment stretching on and on.

“Mikhail, you need to move,” she says softly.

That snaps me out of it. I pull out before thrusting in again, and soon enough I’ve established a rhythm—my hand squeezing her hips, her ass bouncing against me, her back stretched out before me. Pleasure races through my veins as I fuck her as hard and fast as I can and she takes it all. Her soft gasps and moans drive me crazy.

When she goes down on her forearms, I nearly bust my load right there and then. Her ass lifts and my cock plunges in even deeper. I drop my hold on her hair, my fingertips digging into her flesh.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Fuck!”

“Mikhail,” she replies breathily.

My heart feels like it’s about to explode but I keep going. I lean over her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I pull her up onto her knees, her back against me, her hair in my face. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust. Anastasia’s hand drifts down to her clit, touching herself.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I pant, kissing the side of her face.

“I’m yours, Mikhail,” she says, breathing hard.

My entire body surges as I thrust in harder, my mind going fuzzy from the pleasure. My chest rises and falls at an uneven pace. She’s still playing with her clit while I reach for thehardened peaks of her nipples, twisting and twirling each one in turn.

“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.

I feel her pussy clench around me, and in the next moment, she’s screaming my name. I come to the sound of her voice, grunting hard as I release. The pleasure nearly blinds me and once it’s over, I’m on my back, Anastasia against my chest as we both try to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms. I hold her to me, unwilling to let her go. It takes a couple of minutes for our breathing to even out, for our hearts to stop racing.

As soon as she’s calm enough, she’s trying to sit up on the bed. I cock an eyebrow in her direction.

“You promised you wouldn’t leave,” I say in reminder.

She looks up at me with a small smile. “I’m not. I just thought I’d take a shower first.”

“Alright,” I say, sitting up. “I’ll take one with you.”

My dick twitches, the thought of sliding into her in the shower bringing it back to life.

“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” she asks, amused.

“You have no idea, baby.”

She doesn’t protest when I lift her off the bed, carrying her in the direction of the bathroom. We end up taking two showers that night, and it isn’t until I’ve had my fill of her that we finally turn in. The room is quiet and I hold her to me, a part of me unwilling to believe that she’s here with me in this moment.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mikhail,” she says, yawning softly. “You’ve Stockholm-sydromed me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, sweetheart,” I return with a smile.

My fingers go through her hair in a soft, soothing motion until soon enough she’s fast asleep. It takes a long time for me to nod off, but I concentrate on her soft breathing beside me, her scent, the feel of her in my arms. And then I’m fast asleep, too.

CHAPTER 17

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