Page 53 of Captured Solace

“How does this coming week work?”

More silence.

“Alright, I’ll see you then. Thanks.”

I scurried back to the bed and pulled the covers to my chest, my heart thumping. Viktor walked in, still texting on his phone, his face tense.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

He nodded, slipping back into bed with me. “Of course, it’s just work. And you’re too pretty to worry about boring things like work. Let’s shower and get some sleep because I’d like to fuck you come morning.”

“Oh, really?”

He seized me, pressing me down into the bed. I had the fleeting impression of a very handsome wolf hovering over me as he smiled. “Yes. And, by the way, I’m taking you back to New York for a little while next week. I have business with Lucien.”

“Gross. I don’t want to go.”

He laughed. “Sorry, it’s not negotiable. And you’ll behave yourself, Sienna, unless you want me to spank all that sass out of you.”

“Can’t I just stay home?”

“Not negotiable, baby.”

The next morning, I woke in a tangle of warm sheets pulled over my head with his mouth caressing my nipples. My body arched, still drenched in sleep, and pleasure spread slowly down my thighs in a warm flood. I looked down and warmth filled me at the sight of him.

He was still naked and his lean shoulders slid up his throat to his strong jaw in a beautiful curve. I touched it, brushing the stubble with my fingertips. He breathed out, closing his eyes, and turned to kiss my palm.

“Are you sore?”

I shifted. “A little.”

He parted my thighs and the sheet slid from my face. I could see the rise of his head beneath it and then his hot tongue slid over the tender flesh between my thighs. I turned my head, blinking as the soft, morning sunshine cut through the gauze curtains, and let my body sink into the bed.

I lay, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, and watched the shape of him beneath the covers and felt his mouth move against my pussy. My orgasm slipped over me like a rush of water, welcome and all consuming. I surrendered to it, gasping out every ebb and flow until it was gone and I was limp on the bed.

He slid up my body, pushing the sheets aside. His hand moved up my leg, parting my thighs, and his cock nudged my entrance. My body was loose and my pussy wet. He worked himself into me and I ignored the twinge of discomfort, focusing instead on the expression of pure bliss on his face as he thrust home.

He gathered my hands and held them above my head, pinning me beneath his hard body. Then he fucked me in hard strokes, his jaw clenched and his eyes glittering with desire. I gave in to him with each one, letting him take my body and use it, to chase his pleasure until he was satisfied.

He pulled from me and came on my stomach. Then he got up without bothering to clean up the mess he’d made and ordered room service. When he returned to the bed, he wore a pair of lounge pants that hung from his slender hips.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said, sliding into bed. “I ordered a fucking enormous amount of food. I’m famished.”

“Me too,” I said, stretching luxuriously. “Are you going to clean your cum off me at some point.”

He glanced at me. “What’s the point? I’m going to fuck you again after breakfast. And probably before lunch, and then after lunch too.”

The food arrived a few minutes later and I devoured a platter of scrambled eggs, sausage, muffins, and fresh fruit. He had his usual array of Russian food, which he ate on his stomach while watching me over his plate. He was clearly pleased by the sight of me eating breakfast with his cum dried on my stomach and thighs.

He made good on his promises and fucked me slowly after breakfast. This time he pulled from me and spilled himself into my mouth, holding my chin until I swallowed for him. Then we both slept in a tangle until he woke at noon and started grinding his insistent erection against my thigh. I lay in a sleepy haze as he turned me on my stomach and pressed his hard body over mine. His cock pushed between my thighs, finding my entrance and sliding into me.

“Fuck me, baby girl, you take my cock so well,” he murmured against the nape of my neck.

I moaned, gripping the sheets.

“Look at that little body, so responsive,” he breathed. “Just laying there, taking it like such a pretty girl. Bring that ass up, baby, I want you deep.”

He lifted me, keeping his cock buried, and slipped a pillow beneath my lower stomach. I gasped, letting his heavy length stretch my inner walls with a delicious fullness. My God, he knew how to use his cock and he wasn’t shy about showing it.

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