Page 41 of Cruel Existence

His fingers tangled through mine and he pitched forward, forcing me to lie back against the cool sheets. I was nervous. The power radiated off his body. So did the lust and the darkness. Our eyes met and I wanted to tell him I’d thought about this for so many nights. But he was pressing the swollen head of his cock against my entrance, and I lost any words I tried to form. His cock was warm and slick. Solid. Smooth. I smiled at him. We had been building and building to this moment. Both of us climbing and clawing at each other with no interruptions. We fought to be here. To be together. To fuck like we belonged together.

“Teach me more,” I pleaded.

“Dusha moya,” His voice vibrated.

I thought I would combust from the want I had for this man. He let me adjust slowly. We were each held captive in that moment before he was inside me. The last time my body would exist without knowing what it was like to have Luka knitted into my skin.

“What does it mean?” I bit my lip.

“My soul.” He hypnotized me with his words.

“Fuck me, Luka, dusha moya,” I whimpered. I was shaking with the anticipation. I’d never wanted anyone so badly in my life.

I saw the darkest flames I’d ever seen cover his eyes as he pushed inside me with a stroke that told me he was going to take his time, making every part of me his. I would feel everything. All of him. The solid, muscled Adonis, who had climbed on top of me and was now inching his way inside me with the most pleasurable and sinful maneuvers. My world spun upside down. He filled me completely, fully followed by another thrust more demanding, more potent. I gasped for air. Our bodies slid together, the friction unbearable. We shuddered together at the impact of finally being skin against skin. I bit his shoulder and clawed against his back. He was relentless in pursuit of sealing our fate. Making us one. My body hummed and throbbed. His panting became rougher, deeper. Had any man buried himself inside me like this? Like this was our last breath? Our last night on earth? It was incredible and intoxicating.

I traced the side of his face and followed the line of the tattoo that snaked its way around his bicep. I saw a silver scar jaggedagainst his chest. I leaned forward to kiss it. I wondered how he had gotten this one. Was it in his Bratva training? Was it when a deal had gone wrong? Had someone tried to kill him? He threw me off focus with a thrust so deep I cried out, falling back hard on the bed. He rooted against my body, grinding, hilting his way to my soul.

“For this, yes,” I whispered. “Yes. Let’s leave, Luka.”

He didn’t respond.

His pace quickened. A desperate speed that called more orgasms from me like shooting stars or fireworks being flung from a Roman candle.

“Remember this, Amara,” he pleaded. “Fuck. Remember how I fucked you like this. Please.”

I nodded, never wanting to forget any of it. I couldn’t register what he was saying, only that I was flooded with sensation and pleasure. Everywhere he touched me was like a little pulse of electricity followed by warmth.

“I want you to remember it too.” I grinned, trying to wrap my legs tightly around him in an effort to flip him onto his back.

He shook his head. “No.” His voice was firm.

I felt the confusion course through me. I worried he didn’t trust me entirely to give up control. To ride him with the same type of satisfaction that he took with me. We could work on it together. Next time. His head dipped and he took my nipple between his lips, sucking greedily. My back arched in total awe. I knew then I’d give him control of all of me. Anywhere he wanted to touch or lick, was his to claim.

“Oh fuck, me Luka. Please don’t stop,” I begged. “Keep. Doing. That.”

“Don’t hate me, Amara.” I knew his orgasm was close. His face was red and gripped with anticipation.

“Never.” I smiled and then let out a shocked cry when he dragged my ass to the end of the bed. His feet landed on the floor. He held his powerful cock in his hand. I looked between us. The man was on a mission.

He brought my ankles to his shoulders as he angled his swollen length against my entrance.

“You’re going to come for me, baby?” His eyes locked on mine. “Krasivyy, krasivyy. So fucking beautiful.”

I nodded obligingly. I would come as many times as he wanted, needed, or asked. As long as it felt like this I would always be a willing participant in his sexual Olympics.

My ass smacked against his skin and he held my legs, going deeper. His thumb swiped over my clit and his eyes flickered to mine, knowing that was the spot.

I cried out his name as the climax shook me. My hands covered my breasts, trying to harness the exquisite pain and pleasure running through all my veins. I coated him with slickness and a squeeze so hard I knew I had him seconds away from climaxing too.

“No matter what, you’re mine now. I swear it. Ty moya. Forgive me.”

I didn’t register what he was saying, only that speaking Russian in bed was the hottest fucking sound my ears had heard. Yes, more of that, please. I wanted to be his student. I wanted to learn all the beautiful words. The dirty words. The words that did the same thing to him that they did to me. I wanted to turn him on and please him.

“Ty moya,” I repeated, seeing anguish in his eyes.

My body ripped with pulses from roaring orgasms. My legs eased a little wider, my hips rolled a little more forward. I wanted him so deep we’d never forget the way we bruised each other. A permanent scar. A tattoo inside us from this moment forward. He exploded inside me with a roar that nearly made me cry. There was pain and beauty in the sound. Grief, Agony. Primal need forme. A wild unleashing that claimed me. I wasn’t ready for the way this man came. I should have prepared myself for the full destruction and reconstruction of my soul once I climbed onto his bed. But I hadn’t thought it through. Need got me here. Need made me undress and call him to satisfy me. Need made me want to do things I’d never done with another man. Need let the most dangerous man I’d ever known claim me as his own.

He collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body nearly crushing me, but I didn’t want to say a word. He wrapped his arms around my body, stilling his cock deep inside me. It was perfect. It was magic.

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