Page 58 of Unleashed

Here, though, in the privacy of our bedroom, where we make love, he lets his guard down.

Whatever I wrestle with comes to a raging halt as his lips claim mine and his fingers spread me wide.

He’smine. Mine—every damn inch of his masculine, bossy, grumpy self.

I playfully roll him over on his back, which I honestly wouldn’t be able to do if he didn’t allow it. He smirks as he arranges me on top of him, giving me the momentary delusion that I was the one who pushed him over. He’s much bigger than I am, stronger. I couldn’t push him over if I tried. And believe me, I’ve tried.

Sadly, cowgirl style is a bit out of the realm of possibility with this cast, though I’m healing and hardly need crutches anymore. Still, I can awkwardly hold my leg at an angle and appreciate him, submissive for the flash of a second beneath me.

With a gentle nudge, he arranges my leg so that it’s comfortable.Ooh. I like.My fingers splay across the expanse of his warm, bare chest, heat warming my palms as I trace the hard planes of muscle. His chest rises and falls in a steady beat beneath my hands, his thick cock at my slick entrance. His body pulses with restrained power.

“I like this view,” he says in a husky whisper, his voice rough and sexy, the way his eyes rove over my body a testament to sincerity. Hedoeslike this view. He likes what he sees. My smaller, pale body is in such sharp contrast to his it’s almost comical.

“Will our babies look like you? It’s a crapshoot. I do think your genes are more… dominant,” I say with a wink.

I bend and brush my lips to his. For the first time, the thought of having his children doesn’t scare me. It seems… natural. He’s already the father figure of the Kopolov family. The patriarch. I’ve already assumed the role of big sister-mother. Having children now seems only natural.

“I would love it if our children looked like you,” he says earnestly, reaching forward to grasp my hips tightly in his strong, powerful hands. I don’t wear much of anything to bed, so he easily finds my bare entrance.

My breathing hitches. “Would you, now?”

“Of course,” he says, his own breath catching at the first thrust. I’m so full; my head falls back, his hot cock throbbing in my center. He glides almost fully out before sliding in me again with a brutal, delicious thrust. My eyes flutter closed as bliss floods me. “A chance to remind me of you? Yes. Every day. A reminder of my beautiful wife? I’d like nothing better.” His gaze bores into mine with such fire and possession, my heart turns over in my chest.“Ty—moya, navsyegda, Nikto i nikogda ne smo-zhet otnyat tebya u menya.”

You are mine forever. No one can ever take you away from me.

Another thrust sends pleasure coursing down my spine. Iloveriding him, the feeling of connection. Power. I love the feel of his hands anchored on my hips as I grind against him, fuller than ever before, damn nearfusedto my husband.

“Come here,” he says, his hand sliding the length of my back to pull me closer. I bend toward him, and his mouth finds my breast, capturing a nipple between his teeth. I gasp when helaves my nipples one at a time, a touch of teeth and wet heat pushing me to the brink of climax, pulling me closer to the edge of control.

“Turn around,” he says, pulling out of me. “I’ll help you. Face forward. I need to taste you. I want you to come on my mouth before I take you completely.”

I whine a little in protest because maybe I’m a bit spoiled and needy, and I wish I could sit on his faceandhave himinme at the same time, but Rafail doesn’t suffer disobedience. When I don’t immediately comply, his gaze darkens.

“Are you disobeying me, my little swan?” he asks, his gaze on me, half daring me to defy him, to give him a chance to punish me. He lives for this.

Fuck it, so do I.

“Maybe,” I say with a pout and a whisper. Eager to hear what he’ll do about that but scared to outright defy him. Rafail can be terrifying.

“On my face,” he says with a low growl, his fingers on my side branding me. “You’re in trouble already. Here’s your one chance to be a good girl.”

Oh god.

I can’t exactly rush to obey with my clumsy cast, but with practiced ease, he arranges me in front of him. His thick cock in front of me, I bend and drag my tongue along the veined length. Wet heat floods me at the sound of his moan just before his hand, as thick and heavy as a paddle, slams against my ass.

I hiss in a breath, but that doesn’t stop him. He spanks my ass again and again, punishing, sharp smacks before he spreadsmy legs wide and buries his face in my pussy. I’m still panting from the brief but painful spanking before that first stroke of his tongue on my clit.

He pulls off long enough to whisper hotly against my thigh, “I want to eat you out, then fuck you hard. You put your mouth anywhere near me, I’ll fucking come in your mouth, and I want to own your pussy this morning.”

Another sharp slap has me nearly climbing out of my skin, a swift reminder of who he is and what he expects, before he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him. I’m lost to sensation, my hips undulating as the pleasure courses through me. He reaches for my nipples hanging in front of him and pinches and kneads them between his rough, hot fingers before he suckles my clit again and strokes my wet heat with his tongue.

His hot breath warms my inner thighs as he growls, “Good girls know how to listen, love. Are you a good girl?”

Over and over again, he licks me until it feels like his branding touch is on every inch of my skin—rough fingers in my core, pulsing, spreading my wetness over my ass and pussy, his tongue on my clit, tasting and easing me to climax, the fiery skin of my spanked ass turning me on until I feel like I’m going to scream.

“Beg me,” he growls against my thigh. I bite my lip and don’t respond because I fucking love when he gets just on the edge of growly with me. I scream when his teeth sink into my inner thigh. “Beg me,or I’ll tie you to this bed and take that pussy all day long without letting you come.”

Oh god. That sounds… torturous?

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