Page 62 of Voracious

There’s no real threat to my life but he holds my climax hostage and pauses his hand. I don’t give him what he wants and smile sweetly as I gesture towards my phone.

“Lekar?”

His lips slam against mine, it’s filled with emotion and breaks up his words.

“So fucking,” coming back for more, he doesn’t finish the sentence and his hand speeds up to a maddening pace “beautiful,” my back arches, moving my lips away from his. “Never,” he moves down my neck and I push my throat into his palm “stood a,” his fingers tighten, making me lightheaded and locking the filing cabinet “chance.”

Biting into the side of my neck, he curls his fingers up and my entire body tenses as he grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. His fingers press against some pressure point that have my body contorting, but he pushes his hips into mine, forcing me to feel the full extent of the pleasure he’s capable of producing.

I slap out at the sheet as I convulse, a moan getting trapped in my throat and a soft coo in my ear.

“I’ve got you, krasotka.”1

Lips follow them, moving across my face as something wet touches my cheek.

“It’s okay, malyshka, you did so good for me.”

Dima doesn’t move his fingers, but he slows, and I chase his lips with unseeing eyes. As soon as they touch I feel better and wrap my arms around his shoulders. My face is wet with tears, I’ve never cried before. Even when I wanted to inside. But this is different because I didn’t fake and there was no training, it was just Dima andme, not Yulia screaming at me or anyone hurting me.

Making patterns on his back that match the movement of our tongues, we’re smiling against each other. I want him to feel good too and press against his chest until he’s on his back. He doesn’t let me go and I straddle his hips as he holds my nape, stopping me when we’re eye to eye.

“You sure, B?”

He called me B, again, not Ana.

I press my lips to his cheek in answer and lift my hips up, silently asking him to do the same. Pushing my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I slowly peel them away from his hips, but he pulls me closer and kisses me with enough force that it floods my chest with emotion. He’s breathing life into a ghost and his dick springs free, calling my attention to it as his pre-cum touches my thigh.

He controls all my movements and drops his hips down to grind me against him. I bite his lip at the feeling of him brushing my clit and he groans into me. He strokes down my back and massages my ass, slowly rocking me against him but not pushing inside.

“I need you to go slow or I’ll come too soon.”

I try to hide my laugh at the seriousness on his face by burying my face in his neck, but his lips are still attacking me.

When I nod he stretches over into the drawer and takes out a condom, picks me up to sit me further down his thighs and puts it onhimself. He doesn’t throw it at me or call me dirty. As soon as his hands are on my hips again, I lift up and don’tlook anywhere other than his eyes that comfort me. He squeezes my hips as I line him up and he sits up, sealing his lips over mine.There’s no anger and his voice is soft as he genuinely asks for reassurance.

“Tell me, lisichka.”

I’m safe, it’s Dima. He won’t hurt me.

Wrapping one arm around his shoulders, I push all my weight down and grab his knee for support as my mouth opens on a silent scream. He strokes his scarred knuckles down my spine and kisses each of my cheeks, waiting for me to adjust.

“Take your time, we have the rest of our lives, malyshka.”

I can’t think about his words because his lips are moving down, and he flicks my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.He moans around me as I circle my hips and he thrusts up into me. Kissing the center of my chest, he looks up and holds my hips, guiding my movements as I rest our foreheads together. All I see is moons, silver, and safety.

“You were made for me, only me.”

Awe wraps itself around his possessiveness as we share air and smiles.

He holds my nape and gently turns so we’re on our sides. Lifting my leg, he massages the back of my thigh as he places it over his hips and doesn’t look away from me, my eyes close with the intensity in his stare but his words make them snap open.

“Keep those beautiful eyes on me, lisichka.”

There’s no rough movements or harsh words as we slowly rock against each other.

My heart is beating too fast and my head fills with things I can’t distinguish. I need to push it away and he turns easily as soon as my fingertips touch his chest. I hate that it’s ruined. The fake noises come out when they’re not needed, and he grabs my throat, shaking his head with one word filled with disappointment.

“Don’t.”

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