Page 89 of Stricken

"Relax, Nico," he whispers hoarsely. "I won't hurt you… Unless you ask me to."

But my brain is mush, unable to comprehend anything. I'm zeroed in on the multitude of sensations the act of penetration brings.

Vlad's hand glides over my legs and down to my dick. He gives it a few strokes, murmuring something in Russian.

"Squeeze it harder," I mewl, needing the friction.

"Not yet." He drives his cock further and I feel him brushing something inside me that bursts into a million tiny stars at the edges of my vision. I grab at the sheets and suck in air as he begins to thrust, slow and deep. It burns at first, but then the pain fades, turning into something different, something wild. A warmth starts to build. And all that's left is an aching need that only Vlad can fill.

"You're so tight," he groans, pistoning his hips as his fingers curl into my flesh hard. "Goddamn, you feel good." He changes the angle and an unbelievable fullness engulfs me as he sinks deeper and deeper, stretching me further than I ever thought possible.

Vlad pauses for a second and gives me a moment to adjust to the position before he starts moving again, rocking his hips forward and backward in a slow, sensual rhythm. He moans and groans with each thrust, and it spurs me on more than I care to admit. It's divine, his touch.

The pressure building in my balls is nearing the breaking point, but I don't want it to end. Ever.

"Grab your cock," he orders without breaking his rhythm.

I do as he says.

"Jerk yourself off."

I start working my hand. Up and down. Fingers wrapped around my shaft tight.

Vlad grips my hips tighter too, every muscle in his body tense as he fucks me harder and harder until neither of us can hold back any longer.

"You're mine now," he whispers. "No one else gets to have you like this. Only me. You hear me, Nicola."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

"That's right. You're mine." He shuts his eyes and his head tilts back.

The climax comes in fast, obliterating everything, as I come, spurting hot jets of cum all over Vlad's stomach and chest.

"Fuuuck," he grits out, through clenched teeth right before he explodes deep inside me, hot semen pouring into my ass. I can feel it even through the condom—this hot fullness. And I almost wish we didn't use one, so I could feel it for real. His mark, the trace of him in me.

Vlad nearly collapses but manages to stop himself from falling completely with his hand propped on the mattress. His cock is still inside me, filling me up.

"Don't want to leave you just yet, Nico," he rasps out.

But I have no words to give him. Not now anyway. My heart is pounding in my ears and my entire body is shaking in the aftermath of what just happened between us—a line crossed that can never be uncrossed.

For a few seconds, we simply breathe, trying to restore some semblance of reality around us.

Finally, he pulls out, disposes of the condom, and drops on the bed next to me.

I'm still trembling as the tiny aftershocks ripple through my body, my mind hazy and overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Vlad remains speechless as I lie there, boneless and sated, my thoughts sluggish and disjointed as I try to process the enormity of what just transpired.

Our chests rise and fall in tandem while we stare up at the ceiling. The room is silent save for our breathing, the air heavy with the musky scent of sex and sweat.

"I wasn't lying," Vlad whispers eventually, his voice soft but resolute.

I turn my head to look at him, brows furrowing in confusion. "About what?"

Vlad shifts onto his side, facing me, his gray eyes severe and unwavering. "About you belonging to me."

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