Page 5 of Kissed By Shadows

“Don’t hold back,Kotenok. Let them hear who owns this sweet cunt,” he orders, his hot breath against my most intimate of places, adding another sensation that pushes me closer to an edge that I’ve not even reached with my own toys and fingers. I’ve given myself orgasms, but nothing like this. This threatens to undo me in the most delicious way.

“Nik, please…” I moan, not even sure what I’m asking of him but knowing that I need more.

He hisses something in Russian, then he’s pushing two fingers inside me and I’m exploding, wetness coating my thighs as I scream his name. I climax harder than I ever have before, my entire body going rigid as waves of ecstasy flood my very being, and I swear I’m practically strangling him with my leg, it’s clamped so tightly around his face.

Blinking my eyes open several moments later, I find him standing in front of me, his lips and chin glistening with my release, his hands grasping mine and steadying me as I sway a little. A blush makes my cheeks burn, but he just smiles, reaching out to trace my lips with his damp fingers. My tongue comes out, my own musky taste bursting on my taste buds as I lick the tips of his fingers.

His eyes go molten, his nostrils flaring as a shuddered breath makes his chest rise and fall rapidly.

“On the bed,Solnishka,” he commands, and I shiver, my nipples hardening even more as I do as he says, sitting down on the bed, then scooting back.

A part of me knows that this is crazy, that this situation is so far from normal it’s laughable, or would be if it wasn’t so fucked up. But Nik is someone I’ve wanted for years, who I’ve dreamed about and made myself come over ever since I knew what it was I was doing. He’s exactly who I wanted my first time to be with and who I know in my soul I was saving myself for, foolish as it may have been.

In life, we can fight against the inevitable, we can rage and exhaust ourselves against things beyond our control, or we can accept what fate has given us. We can grab the gifts that she throws our way with both hands, regardless of the circumstances, and Nik is my gift in this fucked up situation.

The duvet has been folded and placed on my small chaise, only the white, pristine sheets and pillows left on the bed. I guess they need proof of my virginity, and red really does stand out on white. Shaking my head from the very fucked up nature of this, I focus back on the man who is stripping before me, my pleasure still glistening on his lips.

My chest heaves with my panted breaths, butterflies swirling in my stomach as I watch him slide his boxers down his thick thighs. I swallow hard when his hard cock juts out, thick and long, but my brows furrow when something glints at the tip.

“Is that…a piercing?” I ask, the last word more of a squeak as my thighs immediately close as if refusing him entry. His smile should be illegal as he stares at me, hunger in his dark eyes.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,” he purrs, bending down and pulling a small bottle out of his jacket pocket. My brows shoot upas he pops open the cap, squirting a large dollop of clear liquid into his palm, then slicking it over his hard length.

“You always keep lube on you?” I sass, trying to diffuse some of the tension that has my muscles coiled, even after that amazing orgasm.

“Just for you,Solnishko.” He kneels on the bed, his hand squeezing his impressive cock. “You have an IUD, a coil, yes?”

“How the fuck did you know that?” I rasp as he crawls on his knees, taking his hand off himself and gently using both of them to pry my knees apart. My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest, my palms sweating as I allow him to separate my legs.

“I know everything about you,Kotenok,” he murmurs, forcing me flat on my back when he hovers over me, his arms either side of my head. The blistering heat from his body warms mine, easing my shivers a little. “I’m clean, and I don’t want anything between us, so I’m not wearing a condom.” My mouth parts but he dips down to silence me, his pierced tip nudging my entrance. My legs automatically come to wrap around his waist, the position not uncomfortable even if it is new for me.

“Nik—” I gasp as he pushes inside me, just his tip. It’s so overwhelming. I feel so fucking full already I’ve no idea how he’ll get the rest inside.

“Breathe,Solinishko,” he whispers, kissing my face all over, one of his hands cradling my cheek as he holds still, letting me adjust to the feel of his intrusion. “That’s it,Malyshka, let me in.”

I do as he commands, breathing in a slow inhale that gets punched out of me in a sharp cry as he thrusts his hips forward. Tears blur my vision at the sudden pain deep inside me, leaving me breathless and quivering, wrapping around him more as if that’ll help ease the ache.

“Shhhh,Dorogoi, I’m sorry that hurt,” he soothes, kissing the tears from my cheeks, his body pressed tightly against mine. “Give it a moment, the pain will pass. You’re doing so well, taking me so well.”

His words of praise begin to turn the pain into something else. It still hurts, but after a few moments, I shift my hips, gasping at the way my core pulses with pleasure too.

“Nikolai?” I question, again not knowing what it is I’m asking. But it seems he really does know me inside out because he moves his hips, pulling out of me slightly.

Then slowly, he thrusts back inside, his eyes on mine as he gauges my reaction. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasurable pain rocks through me. He repeats the move, keeping his pace slow and sensual until my hips begin to move with him, seeking.

“Ready for more,Solnishka?” he asks, his voice strained, sweat beaded on his forehead like it’s taking every ounce of his willpower to stop from ploughing into me.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands still grasping his shoulders.

“Place your hands above you,” he orders, and once I do, he takes both wrists into one of his hands before reaching down beside him and grabbing his tie and the flip knife with the other. Doing an impressive half push-up, he threads my wrists through the loops. “If your hands start to tingle or feel strange, tell me straight away, okay?” He pauses, looking deep into my eyes. My mouth is too dry to form the word, so I just nod, giving my consent. He gives me a blinding smile as he pulls out almost all the way. “Such a good girl.”

Then he snaps his hips forward, and Jesus fucking Christ, I cry out his name, the sensation of having him harder, having him deeper almost too much.

“Fuck, Nik!” I gasp as he does it again, and again, his grip holding me in place as he fucks me so hard the headboard hits the wall behind us.

“You can take it,Kotenok,” he grits out, giving another punishing thrust that leaves my legs shaking and the heat in my core building.

My breaths saw out of my chest, my eyes locked on the place where we’re joined. His dick is coated in red, my maiden blood, and there’s something about marking him like that which has the fire building into an inferno, threatening to consume me.

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