Page 32 of King of Malice
“I’m yours, sweetheart. Have your way with me.”
I don’t wait for more permission as I climb onto the bed, straddling him. He naturally presses against my opening.
There is no pain, no fear, I thought maybe there would be, but there isn’t. “Women like this right? They enjoy having a man…” I pause taking a breath before I say the words, “fuck them.”
“We are going to make love, milaya, where you feel good, cherished, protected by my body.”
My mouth falls open as I look down at him. My hands are braced on his chest, my arms pushing my boobs together as he starts to press inside me.
It feels so amazing, I gasp, arching my back and neck, which only makes him sink deeper.
“I didn’t know,” I whisper, as I slide the rest of the way down him until he’s fully seated inside me. “God, I didn’t know. Holy shit, I…”
“Slide back up and then take me in again,” he grunts out between his teeth.
This time I don’t correct his bossiness, doing as he commands. It feels even better than the first time and I let out a high-pitched, breathy moan to feel the head of his cock moving inside me.
“Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft. Figure out what you like…”
But I’m already rising back up to sink back down, picking up speed with every thrust until I’m bouncing on him like it’s an Olympic sport. He feels so good and I never imagined that I’d actually be here, with a man inside me, while the orgasm builds to such heights that I all I can do is chase the feeling, desperate for release.
My fingertips bite into his chest, my head falling so far back, my long blonde hair brushes his thighs.
“Ava,” he growls out. “When I get close you have to?—”
But I can’t listen, my body breaking, the orgasm ripping through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I scream, frantic as I keep the pace, wanting every last drop of pleasure he can give.
A snarling groan pulls from his lips, and he thrusts up, jerking as his own release fills me with his cum.
That’s when I gasp. “Shit.”
“Too late,” he grits between his teeth, pushing deeper inside me.
My eyes go wide as I stare down at him. What have I done?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dimitri
Ava staresdown at me with wide eyes, whatever haze she’d been experiencing cleared.
I’m not even certain she remembered my name while she was fucking me.
And that was fucking.
I’m not upset, in fact, I firmly believe she needed that. Needed to turn off the emotion, all emotion, so that she could also quiet the fear and just feel the pleasure.
“Sweetheart,” I whisper, soft. Low. Warm. “Lay down on my chest.”
She does, curling into me, my cock still nestled inside of her while her cheek presses to my collar, her head fitting in the hollow between my shoulder and neck. “Dimitri?” she says, and I can hear the tears.
I wish I could wrap my arms around her, but they are chained above my head. “I’m here.”
“That was…” her voice catches.
“I know.” I rub her forehead with my chin.
