Page 50 of His Hold

I don’t think about the fallout. About what it’ll mean to share the remaining hours with him before going back home, and pretend this moment doesn’t change everything. I don’t think about the ache that comes when it’s over and he walks away.

I don’t picture the torment of facing him again—that’s if I do—unable to run my hands over him. I don’t dwell on what this night could cost me, the hollow ache that might linger when I can’t relive it.

I should think about all of that.

But I don’t.

Instead, I lock onto his shadowed, ravenous stare.

“You’re dying to fuck me that much? Then stop talking, Nikolai, and do it.”

He gives me one of those pained looks again, like it’s taking him all of his willpower not to indulge me, not to ruin me right there. “You don’t understand, baby. I won’t be gentle when I enter inside you. I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you. I’m gonna be rough, gonna make you scream until you can’t take it anymore.”

“My body is yours, Nikolai. Take it however you want,” I say, voice cracking, offering myself up like a sacrifice to his hunger.

He mouths something else, a guttural curse, but lets my words be the thing that stays between us. The first time, he asked me to lie to him about it and I had, but saying this now doesn’t feel like a lie, no matter how many times I will myself to insist that it is.

It’s real, and it’s tainted me from the inside out.

With slow uneven ease, Nikolai pulls his throbbing cock out, massages and caresses it from the crown to the base. His eyes remain wild on mine the whole time, his pupils blown black with lust, before he stops to slip his fingers inside my pussy, stretching me with no warning.

“God—”

He teases and lolls around my pussy, not caring about the fire he seems to be starting everywhere across my body. “You’re wet,” he growls with possession.

“For you…” I whimper, already lost to him.

He brings his fingers out, wet and slick with my arousal, and sticks them in his mouth. Tasting me. Licking me off his fingers like I am a juicy fruit and he’s exploring, savoring every drop like a man starved. “I can never get used to how you taste. I don’t know how I survived this long without your body…without having you with me, under me every waking minute.”

“I’m here now.”

“I’m never letting you go,” he vows, a promise laced with obsession.

“I don’t want to.” He jerks me up and thrusts inside my dripping pussy in one swift, brutal move, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and sinks his teeth into my skin until I yelp. I wrap my legs around his waist in response, and take my time to feel the searing pain and pleasure from having his large erection buried deep inside of me.

“You’re stuck with me now for a long time,” I gasp, clawing at his back with my nails, digging in until I draw blood.

He kisses me again, one final time, possessive and bruising, before letting go and resuming his movements. His thrusts are powerful, charged like he’s been caged for far too long, and this is his body’s way of telling him he’s alive, telling me I’m his to break.

“Ah, Christ. You’re always so ready for me, baby, so fucking tight and perfect.”

“Mmmmm,” I cry out, spiraling out of control, body buckling under him. “This is too…much…”

He pounds in, not caring or stopping, persistent as he drives me past my limits. I don’t even think I want him to stop. When he said he was going to be rough, I didn’t think he meant that for real, didn’t think he’d fuck me into oblivion like this.

He grounds out into my ears, “Take my cock in, baby. Let me fill this beautiful pussy up. Don’t you see how good we are together? How were you made for me to end?”

“Yes…yes!” I’m screaming because it just feels so good, too good, too much. “I love how you fuck my pussy! More, please. Harder,” I beg.

I don’t care now about anything else. For all I know we could be killed here by an atomic bomb. Or attacked by a wild animal, and Nikolai could save himself and I’d die here alone. Okay, that’s stupid. I don’t think he will. Not when he fucks my pussy like this; like he’s been waiting for me his whole life, like I’m the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely.

At this point, I barely even care about control. I just go right ahead and say what I want; saying what makes me happy and right now, it’s the sure way he’s working my body like it’s got a mind of its own, like it belongs to him entirely.

“Oh, good,” he’s panting as sweat drips from his brow. “Ah, baby…you feel…bloody marvellous. Fuck. Fuck. This is so damn good. Tell me you feel how sweet this is too, how fucking perfectly I fuck you.”

“Please, don’t let it stop. Keep fucking me like that, Nik. I need you. Please…” I wrap my legs even tighter to him, so there can be no space between us, because all I want to feel against my body is his very hard, defined muscles pressing into me, owning me. All I want to hear are his rough moans, my screams, and his breathless whispers as he claims me. “Faster…”

He smacks my ass, and the pleasure doubles. Speeding. Rough. Wild.

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