Page 103 of Savage Reign

Just fucking perfect.

I let her bask in the aftershocks, her body soft and pliant in my hands, completely undone. Meanwhile, my need for her burns hotter, my cock aching for relief. I’m done waiting.

With one arm around her waist, I haul her up, peel off her panties, and settle her onto my lap. Her dress rides up around her waist, her bare skin pressed against me. The contrast between us is intoxicating—her exposed and vulnerable, me mostly dressed and in control.

Holding her steady, I guide myself to her entrance, dragging the swollen tip through her slick folds.

Her head falls back, her voice tight as she murmurs, “What are you doing?”

I smirk, continuing to tease her soaked pussy. “Oh, moya sladost, did you think we were done?”

Her eyes flutter open, and I push forward enough to make her gasp. “No, sweetheart,” I growl, gripping her hips. “Now you’re going to take every inch of my cock.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-NINE

SOFIYA

“Areyou going to put me inside you, or should I do the honors?” Niko’s voice is low and smooth, full of dark promise. It’s not a question—it’s a challenge, one I can’t resist rising to.

My palm flattens against his chest as I sink down, inch by inch, his thick length stretching me in a way that makes me gasp. I have to force myself to breathe, my body straining to take him fully. His low, guttural curse makes my skin tingle. I can feel the restraint, but I want him to snap. I want him to lose control, just like I am.

His eyes are dark with lust as he leans in, kissing me as though he’s starving and he’ll never get enough. I suck on his bottom lip, my tongue swirling with his, the heat between us building fast. I’ve just had an intense orgasm, yet I’m aching for more. My body pulses with need, every nerve alive and begging for his touch.

“You’re so fucking tight. This pussy was made for me. Do you see that, moya sladost? You were made to be my wife.”

Before I can answer, he grabs both sides of my hips and thrusts up, filling me completely.

“That feels so good,” I whisper, rocking into him. “What are you doing to me?”

His eyes darken, and a smile lifts his lips at my confession.

“The same thing you do to me.” With one hand, he grabs my hair, tugging it to the side to expose my neck. His tongue drags across my skin before he nips and sucks, marking me. “Now ride me. Let me watch those gorgeous tits bounce.”

Desire crashes through me, leaving me breathless and utterly at his mercy. I roll my hips, giving him the show he demanded, but when his teeth graze the sensitive spot on my neck—a wicked mix of pleasure and pain—I struggle to stay upright.

“You’re my gorgeous slut, aren’t you, wife? Only mine.”

“Fuck, yes,” I cry, unable to hold the words back. My thighs tremble, muscles locking as I teeter on the edge of another orgasm. Niko moves like it’s his sole purpose to destroy me, pounding into me with a ferocity that leaves me shaking.

His hands are everywhere—tugging my hair, kneading my breasts, gripping my ass as he slams me down on his cock at a relentless pace.

“Listen to those sounds you make, Sofiya,” he growls, his voice thick with hunger. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

I nod frantically, incapable of lying. He knows my body better than I do.

“Good. I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel every inch of you breaking for me.”

He presses two fingers to my lips. “Suck,” he orders. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

My tongue swirls around his digits, pulling them deep into my mouth. His eyes burn into mine as I hollow my cheeks, and my heart races. Christ, this man is sinful.

He slides his fingers free, his smirk dark and knowing as he moves them behind me. Then I feel it—a slow, deliberate circle at my entrance, one I’ve never allowed anyone to touch before.

“No,” I gasp, jerking slightly. “I’ve never?—”

“Shhh,” he soothes, his voice a purr. “You’ll like it. Trust me, moya sladost. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

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