Page 61 of The Den of Sin
I let go of my cock and moved up her naked body till my frame hovered over her, both my arms on either side of her head. I leaned my forehead against hers. “I’m yours, Isabella,” I whispered in Russian. “I have always been yours.”
She couldn’t understand my words, but I hoped she felt them.
My cock throbbed with need. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her mouth searching out mine. My kiss was rough, possessive, claiming. Her mouth opened to me, surrendering, her tongue a soft silk and an unspoken promise. I ground my hips against her, and she moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Please, Vasili,” her lips moved against mine. “I ache so bad.”
My entire body was on fire, flames licking every inch of my skin.
For her.
I stared at her completely naked, soft and slender underneath me. Her magnificent breasts invited me for a taste. Her hands lowered from my neck, down my chest, and her palms rested right above my heart.
“It’s yours,” I said, my voice hoarse and my accent deep. I didn’t know if she understood what I meant but her palm remained there. I ran the tip of my nose along her neck, inhaling that scent of her, a scent I never forgot.
She was my oxygen, my heartbeat, and I didn’t give a fuck about anything else. I would never sacrifice having her to anyone or anything. I was done with sacrifices.
I will keep her safe; I will kill anyone that threatens to get near her.There was nothing to keep me from having her.
“Don’t hold back, Vasili,” she murmured. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
She arched her back up off of the bed, pressing her pussy against my cock, letting the tip of it rest at her hot entrance. I thrust all the way in, to the hilt, and she cried out my name. Her pussy was so tight, her channel almost strangled my cock. She felt even more amazing than I remembered. I had to let her get used to my size again, but my muscles shook with the need to pound into her. Sweat gathered at my brow as I held still, letting her adapt. She felt so fucking good.
“Don’t hold back,” she spoke softly in my ear. “Anything.”
The pent-up primal need clawed its way up my spine and my control snapped. This woman broke every single barrier I’d built; the beast within me broke through with primal lust and overwhelming love for this woman.
I rammed hard into her, her loud moan the best welcome home present I had ever gotten. My big body pinned her against the bed, pounding into her, and she took it all. My body on top of hers, supporting myself with my forearms, my hips kept thrusting into her over and over again, burying myself into her warm pussy.
“Vasili,” she screamed my name. My ears buzzed, but I didn’t care. I drove into her hard, relentlessly, lost to everything but the feel of her underneath me.
“You are mine.” Thrust.
“Mine to fuck.” Thrust.
“Mine to protect.” Thrust.
“Mine to love.” I had no fucking idea if the words came out in English or Russian. All I did was feel. Feel her pussy clench around my cock, feel her soft body yield to mine, feel her moans hit my chest.
Our grunts mixed together, her moans the sweetest sounds in my ears.
“I love you, Isabella. I will always love you,” I vowed in Russian. She felt so fucking good. I didn’t give a fuck about anyone but this woman. Words in my native tongue mixed with our grunts, words of love and devotion. I rutted into her mindlessly, deeper and harder.
“Vasili. Oh God, Vasili.” My name spilled from her mouth in gasps and pants. “Vasili, more.”
I thrust harder, worried in the back of my mind I’d split her open but I was too far gone. I took her mouth and continued rutting her deeper. I fucked her all the while we kissed hard and rough, our teeth and tongues clashing together. I could hardly breathe, my body and mind refusing to stop.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word kept repeating over and over again in my mind. I felt her tighten underneath me but I refused to stop fucking her hard. She cried out against my mouth, her orgasm shaking her body, and her pussy closing around my cock in a chokehold. And I fucking loved it. I kept riding her as my own climax shot up my spine and I came hard, my cock pulsing inside her and every muscle in my body tightening. I spilled inside her, my face buried in the crook of her nape, surrounded by the smell of the ocean and tanning lotion.
“Mine,” I rasped in her ear, sated for the first time in over five years. “I will always love you, malyshka” I vowed in Russian.
Chapter Twenty
Isabella
Boom-bum. Boom-bum. Boom-bum.
