Page 116 of Volatile

“Tell me you’re mine, sweetness, I need you.”

I nod against him, and he slaps his fingers against my clit lightly and rests his forehead on mine. There’s so much depth in his eyes it threatens to pull me under and the low whisper leaving him is felt more than heard.

“My woman.”

It’s slow and sensual, eye contact filled with thoughts we’re not speaking.He kisses my chest, directly over my heart, before flicking my nipple with his tongue and sucking it between his teeth. Flattening his palm on my stomach, he extends his finger, making dizzying patterns against my clit.

“Come for me, then I’m fucking you in our bed.”

I grip his hair tighter, and he copies me as his fingers flex around my neck. My mouth opens on a silent scream, and he bites my bottom lip, extending it. Soothing the sting with his tongue, he lifts higher on his knees to fuck me harder.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

He wraps one arm around my waist to drag me down, meeting his thrusts as my head rolls to his shoulder and he bites into my neck. His teeth work down to my chest, leaving his marks all over me as I dig my nails into his thighs to hold on.

My fingers tingle from the force of gripping his hair as I pull him back to meet my mouth. It’s not a kiss, we’re pushing more of ourselves into each other, and my mouth opens on a silent scream as he does what he always does. Methodically take me to new highs while promising me more.

Vitali breathes out hardened awe as I dig my nails into his scalp.

“My girl.” Thrust. “My woman.” He grinds into me. “My everything.”

It’s the softest, most intense climax of my life. My thighs quiver as he presses his lips to my chin and massages across my waist, waiting for me to move. I can’t. I don’t want to. In his arms there’s nothing but us and we can be. When he can see my contentment at never moving from the hard floor, he picks me up and raises to his full height. There’s no dragging movements with the new rehab treatment he’s started and I’m sure he’s whispering the same three things to himself.

He gently lays me in the middle of the bed before settling between my thighs. His movements are slower, meaning fueling them as though he’s afraid to miss a second. He pushes into me torturously slow and threads our fingers together as he rests his forehead on mine. The softest voice leaves him on an equally emotional smile. “Me and you, sweetness.” It chokes me and the self-doubt comes back.

It quietens when he kisses me. Like always.

But he continues wrecking me as he slowly fucks me, breathing his claims into my mouth around my moans.

“You’re mine.” He speeds up slightly and angles his hips, so I see stars. “Only ever mine.” He pushes deep inside me until our hips are melded together and demands, “Say it.” My back arches as he adds, “Say who you belong to.”

My fingers tighten around his to a point that must be painful, but he remains above me. His eyes hardening and boring into mine as I choke out, “Tali, move. Please.”

He gives me more of his weight and my legs wrap around him, my ankles locking at his ass while he grits, “Say you’re mine.”

I can’t lie and push my head up to give him my admission.

“I’m yours.”

He fucks me harder than he ever has before as he bites my lips and the headboard slams against the wall. My crown brushes the soft material, and he drops my hand to pull the pillow out from under me and pushes it into the gap before he wraps his arm under my waist, lifting my hips higher and attacks my neck.

I hug him with one arm and stroke down his back as everything ignites. I break apart in his arms and he keeps me contained as he grinds into me and kisses below my ear. His tongue pokes out, making patterns on my skin and he slowly lowers me to lay flat on the bed. I know he hates cumming in a condom and weakly push against his hip. He slowly pulls out and I remove the condom as I open my mouth, waiting for him to move when I don’t have the energy.

Vitali kisses a path up my body then straddles my chest as he gently cups the back of my head and places two pillows beneath me to make it easier for me. He strokes himself from base to tip and cups my cheek as he slowly rests the tip of his dick against my bottom lip, and I don’t look away from his eyes as I close my lips around him. His thrusts are slow, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb as he fucks my face. I interlock our fingers around his length, and he groans seeing his ring. It’s not purely carnal, or the usual expectation but it can only be described as making love and he stretches back, stroking his finger through my slit and circling my sensitive clit as he holds his release back until we both come at the same time.

FORTY-THREE

Vitali

People have epic fairytale stories of proposals, Stasi won’t and I lay on my side with my head propped up on my fist. I want to see her eyes when she notices. I’m a grown-ass adult, I know what I want, and she’s laid in front of me wearing my T-shirt. My beautiful fiancée, well she will be as soon as she opens her eyes. She’s going to look breathtaking in a crown.

I get impatient and trace her features with the tip of my finger when the lazy shit continues sleeping. She slaps out my hand and grumbles, “Let me sleep, puppy.”

This is going to be my life, every morning I’ll have her being moody and every night I’ll work it out on her body, but she doesn’t turn away from me and shuffles closer, the cute fucking thing.

“Wake up, got a surprise for you, sweetness.”

There’s too much excitement in my voice and her eyes freakishly snap open. She scans my body, her brows coming together when she sees that my dick isn’t out yet.

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