Page 78 of Voracious

“That’s my hellion, just for me.”

“My beautiful woman.”

Thrust.

“Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma.”

Thrust.

“So fucking good for me.”

He continues and I can’t understand it all apart from the two words at the end.For him. I’m ripped from one climax and dragged down to Earth into another. My eyes widen or they werealready open, and I let his shoulder go from between my teeth as my body spasms. A scream is forced from my chest that sounds like his name, but I can’t split the sounds apart to work out what it is.

“Shh, it’s okay, beautiful.” His coo touches my skin, directly over my heart. “I’ve got you, little bit more for me?”

I’m not at the point it’s too much and want to stop so sniffle as I nod. He presses his lips to my chest, then a warm mouth engulfs my nipple as he softly flicks it with his tongue and pulls out to just the tip. The air is knocked out of my body as he slams into me in one long, hard thrust and my body slides up into his hand holding the top of my head.

I’m moving or the world is moving but I’m in an alternate state where I can slow time. Gently lifting me to the edge of the bed, he stands and flattens the back of my legs against his chest so only my shoulders blades and head are touching the sheets, the change in position has him deeper inside of me. My back arches and I rest my ankles on his shoulders as his hand comes back to my neck. Feeling the rough pads of his fingertips against my sensitive skin relaxes me, I don’t need to think about breathing. Dima will do it for me.

The spikes are rotated and pressing against the back of my thigh at the curve of my ass. Looking up as my vision slowly comes back, the first thing I see is a smile, then the twin moons and Dima’s beautiful body covered in ink. His hand on my neck turns gentle as he strokes the sides with his thumb and softly says around that curve.

“There’s my woman with those beautiful eyes.”

The reverence in his voice has my bottom lip poking out. I must look dumb, but his features soften impossibly further.

He doesn’t look away from my eyes and kisses my calves, any part of me he can reach, while fucking me with purposeful strokes.

“One more for me, lisichka?”

My smile feels dopey, and my face is wet, there’s sweat on every inch of my body but no disgust staring back at me, as my voice shakes with my depleted energy.

“Then I’ll stay?”

His hand flexes around my throat, voice darkening and hips speeding up. “Oh, B, I’m never letting you go.”

As though I needed the words, my climax snakes up my spine, coiling every muscle in my body tightly and I cut off my own air. With my muscles locked, he drops his hand from my legs. Flattening his palm on my stomach, he pushes in a downward motion, and I can’t stop myself from screaming as he thumbs my clit. I’m saying words, I think. Or it’s one long noise. The sheets in my hand are wet as I try to tear them to shreds to maintain a grip on reality. I haven’t recovered when I’m folded in half, heat covering my entire body.

Lips touch mine, feeding me more than my muddled brain will ever be able to decipher.

“Fucking perfect.” Pressing back into me. “Covered me in your cum like my good girl.”

A whimper is pushed down my throat. Liquid heat fills me and the soft spikes slap against my ass cheek, tripping me into another release my body can’t comprehend. He bites the side of my neck, groaning into my skin and cocooning me with his body.

My teeth are chattering, legs turning to jelly, and every muscle falls limp. I don’t even have the energy to wince or react as he slowly pulls out of me and moves me to lay under the covers. I’m awake and asleep while he moves around the room, the top sheet rustles and then water runs before he comes back to me and the bed dips at my side. Cool air touches my thigh before a warm washcloth is pressed between my thighs, a kiss touching my forehead with pride.

“You did so good, lisichka, let me take care of you.”

I slowly tilt my head towards his heat and a soft gust of air touches my skin. Dima doesn’t lift the sheet off me fully as he cleans between my thighs, only enough for his hand to go under. I don’t know why that’s what I’m focusing on. It’s a small thing. Nothing. He’s just taking care of me like he said he would, but tears leak out of the corners of my eyes.

Why is it making me cry?

I don’t cry.

Ever.

His soothing hum is in my ear. My hum, my song I made up and I cry harder.He gently picks me up and cradles me to his chest as he strokes my hair. The hum is more a vibration in his chest than a sound as I push my ear closer to him.

“You’re okay, lisichka, I’ve got you.”

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