Page 71 of His Hold

“Fucking hell, Katya!”

“You’re so deep,” she screams, gathering the sheets in her hands, clawing at them like she’s losing herself. “You’re so fucking deep. This is… too much…”

I slam in, again and again, using my fingers as guidance over her wetness, making her squirm in my hands, her body bending to my will. I spank her ass hard and she cries out in pure ecstasy, coming hard around my cock, her walls clamping down like a vice. I remain inside of her, to let her ride her high for a long time, watching her unravel.

“Yeah, you’re my good girl. Ride it out, baby. You’re safe with me here, even when I break you.”

“Nikolai,” she moans, her voice cracking as it dies down, her body limp but still hungry.

I bite down on her shoulder, lick off the sting, and begin moving inside her again, harder this time, insatiable. I slam her pussy down into me, forcing her to take every inch, and feel her grip the sheets again, her knuckles white. That’s the invitation I need to keep moving, to keep pounding into that sweet wetness, to push her past every limit she thought she had. “

“Tell me you’re my filthy little slut, and that you’ll choke on my cock whenever I want.”

“I’m your filthy little slut,” she sobs, her voice breaking under the weight of it, her resistance crumbling. “I’ll choke on your cock whenever you want… please, Nikolai, ruin me, fuck me until I can’t think…”

“My good girl,” I groan, the words ripping out of me as I convulse around her, jerking as the sensations hit me in every way, a tidal wave of depravity. My throat feels dry as I slow down, coming inside of her, filling her up with a possessive heat. “Fuck…”

Finally, I pull out of her, my legs unsteady, and wade to the bathroom, my body still buzzing. Before going in, I call out to her. She steps out of the bed, takes off her shirt and bra with shaky hands, and comes to meet me, naked and wonderfully perfect, her skin flushed and marked.

“Take off your clothes too,” she whines. “I want to see all of you.”

So, I do. I get naked for her, stripping down to nothing, baring every scar and flaw. I hold her hand and we step into the shower together. I turn on the water, and with my back turned against her, I feel her step forward and trace my scars, her fingers soft but insistent.

“These scars… they define you.”

“No, don’t go all poetic on me now, Katya.” I try to make this a joke, but it comes out all ragged, my chest tight with something I can’t name. Katya turns me around to face her and plants her palm on my chest.

“Whether you want to hear it or not, I’m gonna say it anyway. You are perfect to me. The scars are evidence of your survival, and that’s what matters to me. It’s proof that you went through things and came out a better man.”

I caress her cheeks, my hands rough against her softness. “I’m not sure I’m a better man, Katya.”

“You are… to me.”

“I love you.” The words slip out before I can stop them.

“Say that again.”

“I love you, Katya.” Easier the second time. “Never thought I would. Never wanted to.”

“But?”

“But here you are. Making me feel things I buried years ago. You... you make me want different things.”

“Like what?”

“Like mornings watching you sleep. Evenings hearing about your day. Simple things I never let myself imagine.”

She traces the scar on my chest. “Good things?”

“Terrifying things.” I catch her hand, pressing it over my heart. “Worth it though. You make everything worth it.”

“I love you too.” She kisses my jaw. “Even when you drive me crazy. Even knowing what you are.”

“And what am I?”

“Mine.” Her eyes meet mine. “Just like I’m yours.”

Clothes scatter across the carpet. Ignoring the king-sized bed after not making it past the bathroom door before fucking on the floor like animals, we lay sprawl in the oversized armchair, her head tucked against my shoulder.

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