Page 132 of Untamed

“Beg for me,” he grates against my thighs, his breath hot on my skin.

“Please. Please let me come. I want to—oh god, yes—please!”

“Come for me, little queen,” he whispers. “Come on my tongue.”

My back arches, and the books beneath me shift, but Rodion doesn’t stop.

His fingers dig into my hips, anchoring me to the bed as I shatter, gasping his name in a moan. My thighs tremble around him, every nerve on fire as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

I’m still shaking when he finally lifts his head, his mouth trailing lazy kisses along the inside of my thigh. His eyes meet mine, dark with satisfaction. I didn’t know I really wanted to be owned by someone like him… and now I do.

“There she is,” he says, pressing a kiss to my pulse at my wrist. “That’s my girl.”

His dark, whispered approval makes me want to sing. I live for this.

I can’t find the words just yet. I’m boneless and breathless as he gathers me in his arms and untangles the lights around my legs. His hot, thick cock presses into my belly.

“I love you,” I breathe out, still blissed out beneath him, as he presses my thighs apart with his knee and glides his cock to my entrance. My hips jerk when he moves through my slick heat, and I hold my breath when he nudges my entrance.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear just before he thrusts into me. I love the feeling of being so full, so completely his.

I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me with perfect, deliberate strokes. His hands press into my hips, grounding me. The heat between us is so strong, so pervasive, as the world shrinks to just the two of us. I cling to him, to his raw power, as he thrusts again. He stills, buried to the hilt. My pussy clenches around him, eager for more.

He kisses my cheek, working a perfect rhythm in and out, filling and teasing, until I’m a blubbering mess, arching into him between strokes. I shudder, a wave of pleasure overtaking me, pleasure building again as I tighten around him. Desperate for more.

“Rodion—” His name falls from my lips, a half prayer and half plea.

I grip his hair, dragging him closer to me. He thrusts harder, his breath hot against me. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp, echoing the sentiment. My legs tighten around him, pulling him closer, deeper, until the two of us cease to exist as we meld into one.

The coil inside me tightens, winding until I’m panting and begging incoherently.

“Come, baby,” he demands, his own voice hoarse. “Come when I do.”

I break apart beneath him as he drives deep, chasing his own release. He spills into me with a shudder and a groan as pleasure crashes through me. I’m half-blinded, drowning in ecstasy.

He collapses gently beside me, his weight comforting as he traces lazy kisses on my shoulder. The fairy lights flicker like a silent reminder of the magic between us.

Finally, after a while, he lifts his head. “How’d I do?”

I slap his massive shoulder and snort.

“Not bad, Bratva boy. Might need another round to do a comparison test.”

He groans and flops beside me. “Of all the times to test me, woman…”

We curl up in bed. The half-packed boxes can wait.

He reaches for my phone and hands it to me. “Go ahead. See what they said. Maybe tell them you were otherwise occupied, wink wink.”

I take my phone and kiss him. “Stop being so perfect already.”

“Oh yeah? I can take your phone away and make you worship me as your king. Would that destroy the fantasy illusion?”

I grumble. “Yes, actually, it would.”

I love the way he chuckles when I slap his arm playfully with a book. I click on the notifications and nearly squeal.

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