Page 107 of Silenced

“P-Please, s-stop,” she sobs. “J-Just for a m-minute.”

I want her overwhelmed with pleasure, want to drench her womb in my cum so there’s no time to wait, but the break in her voice makes me comply—I stop rubbing her clit, stop urging her to ride me, but I don’t stop marking her, biting her, laying the claim that will last longer than this union.

The sound of her breathing is loud in the shower room, but slowly, she comes back to herself.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispers.

Pride filters through me, enough that I retreat so I can look into her eyes. Her pupils are shot, the irises flooded with them. I grab her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging at the tender flesh, marking that too. That’s when she starts to ride me again.

God, her pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking hot, so fucking perfect.

I wish I could tell her that, wish I could whisper the words, but I can’t. My throat is locked, and all I can do is enjoy what she does to me, how she makes me feel.

Her fingers seek and find her clit this time, and I take note of how she rubs them in a circle over the wet nub. Her internal quivers tell me how much she appreciates her touch.

Leaving her to that, I nuzzle my face between her tits, knowing that I’d gladly drown in her soft curves if I could.

She moans when I find her nipple, nipping the tip and then raking my teeth over the tender flesh. When I bite down, fiercer than before, her cunt clamps around me again and she releases a shaky moan. Her other hand is back to digging into my spine, the muscles tensing at her attack.

She moves faster, rocking harder until I know I’m about to let go.

Just when I’m there, so fucking close, almost—

She stops.

Her fingers tug at my hair and she drags my head away from her tits so that she can look straight into my eyes.

“If I let you come inside me, I want you to take me to a restaurant.”

The demand has me releasing a growl. She yelps in shock when I twist us over so that I’m on top of her, hovering above her, overwhelming each of her senses withme. Until I’m all she sees and hears and feels and smells and tastes.

Fear doesn’t leach into her expression. No,desiredoes. I can feel the heat of her eyes as she takes me in, the bunched muscles of my arms and traps.

I don’t rock into her.

Instead, with our gazes united, I nod.

A smug, satisfied smile curves her lips.

But we’re both winners here.

Negotiations or not, I’ll never forget her whimpered plea for my seed.

With a handful of thrusts into her slick heat, I’m coming.

Fuck, it feels like millennia since I last climaxed but it’s only because her pussy is perfection.

Sheisperfection.

Looming over her with one hand, with enough wherewithal to sign a single word, I make a waving motion with my fingers over my face to praise, “Beautiful.”

Her cheeks turn pink while I come, and I come, and I come.

As I flood her with my seed, I know she can feel it because her soft moans and the way her pussy clutches and clings to my shaft draws every drop from me.

God, I can almost imagine how overwhelmed her cervix is right now—desperately trying to hold me back, to stop me from getting her pregnant, but there is no stopping fate.

“That’s it,” she moans breathily. “Give it all to me, Nikolai. Please.Please.”

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