Page 137 of Voracious

“Come for me, soak my dick.”

A whimper floats up to the clear sky above us and she shudders, impossibly clenching around me.

I lay her on the bench-style table and take her hands in mine, threading our fingers together and holding them above her head. My chain slips down, lightly knocking against her chin, but she doesn’t have her necklace on for them to meet. It doesn’t dim her smile as I rest my forehead on hers.

“I love you, lisichka,” I finally get to fucking say. “You’re real, and mine.”

The edge of the wood slams into my thighs and she gasps as I angle my hips to get that one spot that makes her eyes widen.

“Diimaa,” she whimpers.

I lower, sealing our lips together as she grinds down, chasing her release and there’s no hope for me to hold back as she begs, “Come for me, breed me, keep me.”

I fuck her harder, the pendant speeding up as it taps her chin and she screams my fucking name as she lifts her hips. Pressing my weight down so she can’t escape, I use every bit of strengthand energy I possess to fuck her even harder as I groan, “That’s my fucking woman.”

A stuttered whimper breaks up my weakness as she sweetly begs, “Please, Dima.”

And I follow her as I pull our bodies together and steal her lips. Vanya twists her hand and I let go for her to softly stroke up my nape, a smile touching my lips as she wrecks me.

“I think I do love you,” she says, breathless.

My beautiful hellion, soon to be wife.

“Good,” I kiss her cheek. “I love you and I’m keeping you.”

Her smile is the widest it’s ever been as she wraps her arms around my neck and bites into my cheek. She’s giddy, excited, fucking mine.

I slowly kiss across the wound on her neck as I remind myself that she’s here, she’s alive, and that she’s safe.

“I love you, lisichka,” I whisper, watching her shiver and soften against me. “And you’re going to be my good human, let me breed you and keep you so that no one can take you away from me, aren’t you?”

“Are you going to torture me?” she whispers back, tracing my brows.

“Yeah,” I hum, “I spent days scared out of my fucking mind while I was waiting to see your beautiful eyes, so you’re going to help me forget while I count down all those hours with the clicker.”

Her face falls, eyes widening, and she slowly shakes her head.

“That’s a lot.”

“It is,” I admit. “Imagine how I felt when you experience pleasure when all I had was pain.”

My hellion is cute as fuck as she hugs me, softly kisses my cheek, and says, “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I love you,” I breathe out, finally fucking free to say it.

FIFTY-ONE

Ana

aka vanya

Ilay my head on Dima’s chest as exhaustion weighs me down and he combs his fingers through my hair. The new house is nice, and I can see the trees from every window, the huge window above the bed lets me see the moon as I stare up at it. But my mind doesn’t switch off, and I don’t want to forget anything. The questions aren’t so loud that I need to reset or can’t function. It’s probably not the best time to ask him, but I want to know.

“Do you know who my mom is?”

His fingers that were between my legs move up to rest on my ass. I’m going to be sore in the morning, a good sore that tells me which muscles were used and I’ll remember that his heart is inside his chest with no scar to show it’s never been opened.

He takes a deep breath, and I look up, seeing his guilty expression as I stroke down his chest, confirming that he’s okay. His words come out low with the same emotion.

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