Page 82 of Savage Reign

She scowls up at me, and it’s adorable. “Nikolai…” she whimpers, the sound drenched in desperation.

My smirk deepens, and I shift, angling myself to press against her G-spot. Her body trembles, her nails digging into my biceps as I take her to the brink. “We’ll see if I can’t convince you,” I croon, swirling a digit over her clit in a steady rhythm.

She bucks, eager for more, but I slow my movements, teasing her with each shallow thrust before pulling out, leaving her empty.

“Please,” she begs, her body taut with need.

I press against her clit again, just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. “Say it, or I’ll leave you like this, desperate and begging.”

“Jesus, you’re impossible.” She squirms beneath me, but I don’t move a muscle. “Fine! I’m yours, would you just fuck me already.” Her words spill out in a broken rush.

“Gladly.” With a groan of satisfaction, I drive into her hard and deep, giving her everything she’s been aching for. Bowing my back, I flick her nipple with my tongue, then draw it into my mouth with slow, deep sucks.

I grind my pubic bone into her clit, still feasting on her tits. Her eyes fly open, locking with mine.

“You feel so fucking good, your pussy strangling my cock like this.”

That’s all it takes for her climax to hit. My palm flexes around her neck, as her inner walls milk me. Her moan is raw and unrestrained as her release pulses through her.

I loosen my hold on her neck, letting her suck in air, her face flushed and radiant. With a guttural groan, I thrust deeper, locking our hips together. Her body grips me tight. My head falls back, muscles coiled as I shudder, and spill my load inside her.

Bracing my weight on my arms, I press a tender kiss to her forehead.

Her chest heaves, and I’m struck by the way she looks at me—like she trusts me, even after everything.

“Was that so hard to admit?” I murmur as I press my forehead to hers, savoring the connection. We’re both sweaty and panting like we just crossed the finish line of a race. I have a sinking feeling the moment I pull away, reality will come flooding in, and she’ll regret getting off on the dick of the husband she never wanted. The man holding her captive.

“Nikolai,” she gasps. “I didn’t really mean?—”

“Niko,” I say, keeping my eyes closed just for another moment. “It’s Niko now.”

She releases a shaky breath as I slide out of her tight cunt. When I roll to the side, her eyes dip between her legs. My cum is leaking out of her, and it’s fucking hot. She looks so beautifully ruined with her dark hair messy and puffy lips. She attempts to close her legs, but I stop her.

“Don’t you dare take this moment from me.”

I crush my mouth against hers, fierce and possessive, before shifting lower, pressing kisses to the hollow of her throat. My fingertips trace her curves as I make my way down her body. Her chest heaves as I spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening cunt.

“What are you doing?” she asks in a hoarse voice.

“I want to see if we taste as good together as I imagine we do.”

I trace her folds, my eyes glued to the spot where my seed is dripping out of her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so perfect.

I dive in with a purpose, tasting our combined pleasure, savoring every drop. My tongue glides along her slit, reveling in the taste. I circle my lips around her clit, applying enough pressure to have her squirming with frustration.

Each sound she makes sends a rush of fire through my veins. Her fingers dig into my scalp, her breath coming in pants, as I hold her in place, licking out her cunt as if I’ll never get enough.

When her cries grow louder, I nip at her sensitive bud, giving her what she wants. Her legs clamp around my head, her entire frame shuddering, coming apart under my mouth.

“Open up for me. You’re going to take my cum.” I seal my mouth over hers. My tongue slides between her lips, coaxing her to taste the mixture of us together. She hesitates for a moment before she deepens the kiss, her fingers weaving into my hair.

Her reaction is pure need, as raw and unfiltered as my own. When I pull back, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s mine in every way, and I won’t let her forget it.

My thumb brushes the corner of her lips. “See how good we taste?”

She nods, looking a little shy, and I pull her closer. For a moment, she melts against me, but it doesn’t last. Soon, her body stiffens, tension creeping into her shoulders.

“I should go,” she says quietly.

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