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“Don’t you dare stop now,” I told him, my breathing heavy. In rushed movements, I started unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin under my fingertips. Pushing the shirt off his strong shoulders, it slipped onto the floor. Bending my head, my lips connected with his skin while my hands hungrily roamed his chest. For all his darkness and harshness, he was my light. He was what I needed.

He placed me on the bed, pulling my shirt off with an eagerness mirroring mine. My bra followed. Then he pulled my pants and panties down my legs, discarding them carelessly onto the floor. His bronze tattooed chest on full display, I watched under my heavy eyelids as his muscles moved undressing me.

“Fuck,” the look in his eyes that of reverence. “I could spill just watching you.” His voice was hoarse, his accent heavy. And damn it, if it didn’t turn me on more.

I reached for his belt, the sound of a metallic jingle followed as I unbuckled it. He helped me push his pants off, his shoes and socks carelessly kicked off. His big hand wrapped gently around my neck, and for a fraction of a second, I stiffened.

His mouth found mine in a hard, desperate kiss and returning his kiss with equal desperation, I pushed my neck harder against his hand. This man was my safety, my everything. Spreading my legs wide open in invitation for him, I welcomed his other hand, his fingers expertly finding my clit.

He circled, toying with my clit, and I moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right, malysh. Let it all go,” he grunted. “Just be mine.”

His warmth, his expert touch, it brought everything I needed. Nobody existed but him and me in this moment.

I reached for his hard cock, my hand wrapping around his thickness. His tortured groaned followed, and his hips pushed into my hand. He was so big, I could barely wrap my fingers around him.

“I want you inside me, Nikolai,” my voice softly whispered among our heavy breathing.

He didn’t need more urging, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrusted in hard.

“Yes!” My ears rang with the adrenaline rush, and I wasn’t sure if I shouted it or he did. All I knew was that it felt amazing; it felt right.

With all sense of reality lost, I enjoyed the sensation and this man as he pounded into me. I felt his hand slightly tighten around my neck, but not hard enough to stop me from breathing. I titled my head back, exposing my neck fully to him. I wanted him to know I was giving him full access and control of me. I trusted him inexplicably. He was my safety blanket.

I gripped the sheets, enjoying the sensation of his hard shaft thrusting in and out of me. I met each thrust of his, my moans louder as I chased the sensation of pleasure only he could bring me.

“Nikolai,” I screamed his name. “More.”

His hand squeezed against my neck and I pushed harder into his touch. My legs opened wider for him, welcoming his hard assaults.

“You’re mine,” he shouted as his hips pushed into me like pistons. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was conquering me, taking every inch of me for himself.

“Yes, yes, yes.” God, I was almost there. My hands flew to his butt and gripped him hard, my nails digging into his flesh. “More.”

He fucked me hard and relentless, driving in and out. His every thrust was welcomed, an intense need for him bringing me to new heights. I held on for the sensation of pleasure that was within my reach. I squeezed my pussy hard around his cock and the intense orgasm burst through me. As my pussy clenched around his cock, he kept thrusting once, twice, and followed me over the edge. Both of our bodies shuddered in intense release.

“Goddamn, Olivia,” he groaned through heavy breaths. “You are making me lose control.”

I didn’t think so, but I still relished in those words. I hoped he felt a fraction of what I felt. He was controlled even as he fucked me hard, reaching for his own pleasure. His big hand was still around my neck and not for a second did he cause me discomfort or pain. I loved every second of it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Nikolai

Olivia’s restless body woke me up. The moon was full, lighting up the room through the windows. Her body jerked back and forth next to me, and I focused my eyes on her. She was covered in sweat, her lips pressed together as she thrashed her head back and forth. Her breathing was rapid and shallow; her hands pressed hard into fists as if she was reliving all the pain again. I couldn’t wait to kill the cause of her pain.

“Shhhhh.” I tried to soothe her by rubbing my hands up and down her arms, pulling her closer to me into the crook of my arm. I rubbed her back gently and it seemed to have worked. Her breathing slowly eased.

“Shhhh, it’s ok,” I repeated.

She pressed herself against me harder, burying her head in my chest and inhaling deep.

“Nikolai,” she murmured softly in her sleep and something in my chest tightened.

She is mine,my mind echoed. I’d never let anyone hurt her again.

I thought back to our hard love making because it was just that. Lovemaking; this wasn’t just fucking to me. Olivia was so much more. She was amazing; the pleasure I felt with her was a novelty. Even with my darker tastes, I had never felt such intense pleasure as I had earlier tonight with her. And her trust as my hand wrapped around her throat hit me right in the gut.

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