Page 29 of Forced Pregnant Bride

“Needme,Pchelka,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, and the tingle it sent down my spine instantly shut me up.

A rush of warmth flooded me when his fingers settled between my thighs and traveled upward. I jerked, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he pressed his thumb and index finger against the lacy panties, cupping my sex.

“Serena…” he rasped, his husky voice floating like it was from a thousand miles away. “This pussy belongs to me.”

More fire bathed my skin, and I wasn’t prepared for the invasion.

When he shifted the panties aside and rubbed his fingers on my—

“Say it.”

Stars dotted my vision, and the pulse between my legs throbbed faster as he rubbed gently. My hips jerked in rhythm to his touch, and my nipples peaked, aching with every brush of the bra against the pebbled flesh.

“Say it,” he repeated.

“Say…what?”

One of his fingers slipped inside me, maneuvering through my sleek tightness, and I released a strangled moan.

“This pussy belongs to me.”

With his finger going in and out of me, I could barely form words. Was this what ecstasy felt like? To experience pure bliss? My head lolled backward; all I could think about was how good he felt inside me.

I stuttered. “I belong—”

“This pussy.” Growling, he lifted himself so his mouth hovered over mine, and his eyes mirrored mine. “Go on.”

Maybe it was madness, or the rush of adrenaline, or this so-called ecstasy. But whatever it was, and for whatever it was worth, I abandoned my moral training, my definitions, and my beliefs of right and wrong and responded to this man in the wayhedeemed fit.

“This pussy belongs to you.”

It sounded foreign, rather strange, coming from me, and—I yelped. A shock of pleasure rippled on my skin.

Because, for some reason, he found it funny, chuckling while he slappedhis pussy.

To rid myself of the heat of embarrassment, I accidentally pleaded with him to kiss me. And I got another smack. This time, it was as hard as the time he’d slapped my cheek, with the same expression of annoyance when he warned me not to beg.

I twisted in pain and slowly relaxed when a burst of pleasure shot in ripples through my body. I was pathetic; I couldn’t even find it in me to get mad at him.

His lips brushed mine, and he flicked his tongue out to taste them. I shivered. That was officially the hottest thing I had ever experienced. “Try again.”

Mimicking his confidence was not as easy as I expected it to be. With his finger still inside me and his thumb rubbing circles on my—his pussy—I mumbled, “Kiss me.”

“Again.”

His finger plunged deeper, and my lips parted with induced boldness. “Kiss me, Timur.”

Hearing his name must have activated a switch. He didn’t just kiss me; he devoured me like an animal feasting on prey. He took his time exploring every inch of me, his hands deftly untying the knots of my inhibitions. I reveled in the sensations, each touch sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my veins. I was lost in him, consumed by the intensity of the moment, each caress and kiss drawing us closer to the inevitable climax of our union.

The dry sound of a zipper sliced through his guttural groans and my sighs, and…off went his pants and briefs. He pulled his finger out of me, lifting his hand to my chest to unpin my bra.

The second the fabric was off, he snatched a nipple with his hot mouth.

If I thought I’d felt pleasure before, now…now, I floated in clouds of delight. My legs went around his waist, and my hands skimmed through the soft hairs on his head.

Something hard and big poked my thighs, and I gasped when he kissed my navel and lifted his head. Mirth danced in his eyes when he said, “Didn’t expect you to be this eager. Relax a little; this part might hurt.”

My cheeks turned scarlet. I didn’t expect myself to be this eager, either, but he didn’t give me a sliver of time to react. His definition ofrelaxwas pinning my wrists above my head and spreading my legs as he readied himself to ease into me.

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