Page 126 of Savage Reign

One year later

NIKOLAI

The first thingI register is warmth. Soft lips drag along my skin, pulling me from the edge of sleep. A quiet sigh escapes my lips, my body instinctively responding to the wet heat wrapped around my cock.

My eyes blink open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. The pale morning light filters through the windows of the Greek villa, painting the room in golden hues.

When I look down, I find Sofiya kneeling between my legs, her hair a wild tumble over her shoulders, her lips stretched around my cock, her hands braced against my thighs. She’s a vision, her fluffy white robe slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone.

“What are you doing?” My voice is hoarse with sleep, but I can’t hold back a groan when she flicks her tongue over my morning wood.

She pulls back, her lips shiny and swollen, a teasing smile curving her mouth. “I couldn’t wait. You said we couldn’t see each other before the wedding, but you didn’t say anything about not touching. So close your eyes and enjoy.”

“It’s the same thing, Sofiya,” I rasp, but I don’t stop her when she sinks back down, her mouth sliding over me again. I groan, my head falling back against the pillow. “You’re a little minx.”

She laughs softly, her hands tracing up my thighs. “It’s been four days, Niko. Four fucking days. I need this, and I need you.”

I do too, to be honest. Fuck this holding-out shit. Technically, we’re already married anyway.

My hand tangles in her hair as her mouth keeps working me. I’m not sure how much longer I can last with how good she’s making me feel. And if I’m going to fuck my wife on our wedding day, I want to make it count.

“Enough,” I growl, tugging her hair gently. When she sits up, I pull her onto my lap. Her robe falls open, revealing smooth skin and curves that I haven’t stopped thinking about. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. “If you’re going to torture me, you’re going to do it properly. With your pussy strangling my cock.”

I position her above my length, her knees bracketing my thighs. “Show me how bad you want this,” I breathe, my voice thick with need. “Bounce on my cock. I want to feel how much you’ve missed me.”

She peels off her robe, her eyes heavy with lust as she lowers herself, inch by damn inch, the tight heat of her cunt making me groan.

“That’s it,” I breathe, gripping her hips when she’s seated to the hilt. “Now move.” I slap her ass so there’s no question what I need her to do.

Her eyes darken, and with a quiet inhale, her hips rise up and slam down. Her hands grip my shoulders for balance as she rides me hard, her breathy moans filling the room.

“Fuck, Sofiya.” I grip her hips, guiding her rhythm as my body arches beneath her. “I want to see your cunt swallowing my cock.”

She knows exactly what to do. She leans back and shifts her weight to her hands, her dark hair cascading down her back. When she opens her legs wider for me, the view is better than the sunrise out the window.

The sight of her like this, on all fours, dripping wet and stuffed with my cock, pushes me close to the edge. I flick her clit just to watch her body jerk in response.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” she whispers, breathless. “About how good you feel inside me.”

I reach out and rub a finger across her slippery clit. “Then take what you need, baby. Use my cock however you want to.”

She rides me harder, her movements growing more desperate and erratic. Her moans echo through the room, a symphony of raw need that fuels the fire burning between us.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I like her uninhibited and completely mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum and put a baby inside you.”

Her pussy squeezes me so hard I see stars. I guess she likes that, too. Sensing how close she is, I pull her forward and wrap my palm around her throat, giving her the extra nudge she needs to get there.

She trembles, her body tightening around me as her pussy convulses, milking the cum from my balls. Electricity races down my spine as I spill into her, holding her hips tight against me.

She collapses against my chest, both of us panting, and I press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to be the death of me, Sofiya.”

“But you love it,” she murmurs. “You love me.”

“So fucking much that I can’t wait to marry you again.”

Her lips brush my shoulder, and we stay as we are for a while, her warmth soothing every jagged edge inside me.

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