Page 26 of The Enforcer's Vow
“Oh, shit… I’m so close… right there… do that.” Zoya claws at my scalp and pulls so hard, my face is buried in her moisture, but I don't relent. I want to feel her pussy pulsing around my tongue.
Her moan turns into a cry, her body arching sharply as the orgasm rips through her. She trembles, thighs shaking, hips jerking against my mouth. I don't stop until she's panting, twitching under my tongue, her body spent and slick with pleasure—so much moisture I can barely suck it all up, and fuck, do I ever suck it up. Every drop was made for my tongue.
“Fuck—don’t stop,” she pants.
I continue sucking and licking until she’s calm, now pulling my hair until I find myself leaving a trail of sloppy moisture over every curve of her body until my mouth meets hers, and when I kiss her again, I know she tastes herself on my lips.
“Turn over,” I say roughly. “On your knees.”
She hesitates, but only for a second. Then she does it—climbing up on all fours, her back arched, looking over her shoulder at me. Goddamn, she’s perfect.
“Spread yourself open,” I order, and Zoya obeys quickly. Her hand reaches back, sliding over one hip until her fingers kiss her ass and she pulls herself wide. The moisture from her climax glistens on her skin, and I lick my lips instinctively, remembering her taste.
I unbuckle my belt and push my pants down, wrapping a hand around my cock to stroke it slowly as I take her in. Her ass, her bare back, the pearls still glinting at her throat. I’d loveto stretch her pussy so wide I could see inside her, to watch her holes pucker and expand while she comes again, but my dick drips with precum. I need release.
“You want me to fuck you like this?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her voice is unsteady, needy. “Please.”
I grip her hips and guide myself to her entrance, pressing the head of my cock against her slick folds. She gasps, hips rocking back to meet me, and I take my time, easing in slowly, letting her feel every inch. Her body gives way around me, tight and hot and so fucking wet it almost undoes me. Her breath hitches with every inch I push deeper until I'm fully seated inside her, my pelvis flush against her ass, my hands gripping her hips to keep from losing control.
Zoya moans, one hand flying to the headboard as she tries to steady herself as I start to move. The whimpers she emits turn to whines, then moans, and her pussy clenches around me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan. “Tight and wet and perfect.”
She pushes back against me, taking me deeper. I thrust hard, setting a rhythm that has her gasping with every stroke. The sound of skin against skin fills the room. Her body arches, her moans getting louder.
“Maksim, fuck, don’t stop.”
Zoya pushes back. She actually backs into me, so I slam my cock deeper, letting her feel it. Tiny yelps of pleasure drip from her lips as she looks back at me with desperation.
“I won’t,” I growl, fucking her through it. “Come for me again. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Her body tenses first—shoulders locking, spine bowing as her breath catches in her throat. I feel it before I hear it, the way her walls flutter around me, tighter and tighter until she's gasping for air. Her moan builds from the back of her throat, rising in pitch as her climax crashes over her. She cries out,hands scrabbling at the headboard, her hips jerking back against me as she rides the wave.
I slow my thrusts, letting her feel every grind of my cock inside her while her body pulses around me. Her legs tremble beneath her, and I grip her tighter to keep her upright, watching her fall apart, completely unguarded, completely mine.
"That's it, Zoya," I murmur through clenched teeth. "Let it all go."
She clenches around me so hard I have to grit my jaw, the sensation dragging me straight to the edge. My hips stutter as I fight the urge to come, trying to stretch the moment, savor it, even as my control starts to splinter.
“Shit—that’s it,” I groan, fucking her through it. “Gonna come… inside you… Fuck!”
I spill into her with a rough gasp, my hips jerking as the orgasm hits hard, ripping through me in waves I can’t control. My hands tighten on her hips as I thrust deeper, grinding against her, trying to get even closer. Her body grips me with steady, rhythmic contractions, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock as if she’s wringing every last drop from me.
I groan through clenched teeth, buried so deep I can feel the last pulses of release ebbing out of me. My chest brushes her back as I lean over her, breathing hard against her skin, my hands splayed over her belly to hold her there, connected. Her warmth, the slick heat of her still holding me tight, keeps me locked in place long after the last twitch has passed.
Neither of us moves at first. Just the sound of our breathing, ragged and uneven, fills the space between us as the tension slowly breaks. I press a kiss to her spine, then another, trailing up toward the nape of her neck. She’s still trembling under my touch, and I don’t pull out—not yet. I want to stay inside her a little longer, grounded in the aftermath, the silence, the shift I know we both feel.
When I finally collapse beside her, dragging her into my arms, she doesn’t pull away. She just curls into me, flushed and breathing hard, and for a long moment, neither of us says a word.
Her head rests on my chest, our legs tangled in the sheets. I stroke her hair slowly, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing as it begins to calm. The heat between us is fading, but what’s left is heavier, more complicated. What I want from her and the job to which I've been assigned are colliding hard and causing my heart to pound.
“Zoya,” I say quietly.
She hums in response, not lifting her head. It's a dreamy soft hum of afterglow. She's so pliable, so vulnerable, and I'm following orders that might seem like a bomb is being dropped between us.
“I want to marry you.”
