Page 58 of Captured Solace

I pulled from her mouth and lifted her, flipping her onto her stomach. She struggled up on her elbows, her hand pushing against my chest.

“I’m on my period,” she whispered. Her cheeks flushed.

Without speaking, I went to the bathroom and found a dark blue towel. She sat silently and watched with wide eyes as I spread it out on the bed. Then I laid her down on her stomach and climbed over her body, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

She pushed a pillow beneath the towel and shoved it under her hips, elevating them. I wet my finger and ran it over her pretty pussy. My fingers came away a little bloody, but I didn’t mind. It turned me on that she was willing to trust me, to show me this intimate part of herself, despite her obvious embarrassment. Her body relaxed slowly beneath my touch. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she thrust back, arching her spine. Pushing her hips up, begging me for it.

The tip of my cock slid into her, stretching her open with aching slowness. My God, she felt so good I never wanted this to end. So hot and slick. I clenched my jaw as I pushed all the way in, pausing just to feel her clench around me. God, the way she sucked me in and pulsed around me was enough to make me lose my shit.

The bed clattered against the wall and I almost hoped they could hear it down the hall. So they understood that she was mine, she was Sienna Borisyuk now, not one of them anymore. It was fucked up that this was the way I chose to send that message, but I didn’t care. She was the only thing that made sense in a world of drugs and war and the relentless memory of my father killing the mother of my child. A spark of solace that I had captured in my hand and made mine. Goddamn me if I ever let her go.

I flipped her on her back and thrust into her to the hilt, hitting so deep her eyes rolled back in her head. She whimpered, her fingers curling in the sheets, her body arcing up into mine.

“Say you’re mine,” I urged.

Her lashes fluttered and her lips parted, wet from where she’d bitten them. “I’m yours.”

“Say it like you mean it, baby.” My voice came out in a desperate rush.

“I belong to you, Viktor,” she moaned. “Every part.”

“Tell me, baby girl, who owns your tight, sweet pussy? Who fucks it every night?” I thrust into her, hitting her G-spot just the way she liked.

Her body shook. “You, Viktor,” she managed.

Her breathy voice, the way her body totally surrendered to me, had me right on the edge. I picked up the pace, pulling her ankles up onto my shoulders, and fucked her deep. Reaching between us, I plied her clit gently, circling it with slow strokes that made her gasp and bite her lip. Keeping the same rhythm, I fucked and stroked her until her body shuddered and she came with a little cry.

“Come in me,” she begged.

“In you?” I repeated, forcing myself to hold back.

“I’m on the first day of my period. I read about it and there’s a really low chance I’d get pregnant,” she said.

“There’s still a chance,” I reminded her. “I’m going to pull out.”

“I know the risks, but I need you. I need to feel your cum inside me.”

That broke down my last bit of resistance and I slammed up into her. “I’m gonna let go a little then, take you the way I want.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

I looked down at her, at her heavy eyes and her pretty tits, heaving beneath me. “Tell me if you change your mind and want me to pull out. I want you to be comfortable. Understand?”

She nodded and I gathered her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her thighs fell open, parting as far as they could go. My cock was bloody and slick from her arousal and it pumped in and out of her with ease.

“I’m going to make you mine, baby girl,” I breathed. “I’m going to fuck your perfect cunt and fill you up with my babies. Breed your little body until you’re fucking pregnant.”

She gasped, her eyes widening. For a moment I thought I’d gone too far, but then her head fell back and her lips parted. My God, she was coming on my cock without me even touching her clit. A rush of triumph and euphoria moving through me and I thrust hard, filling her as she pulsed and clenched around me.

“I’m going to come, baby,” I said through clenched teeth. “Beg me for it. Beg me for my cum inside your pussy.”

Her lashes fluttered and she writhed, still gripped in the throes of pleasure. “Come inside me. Please,” she moaned, her voice hoarse. “I fucking need it, I need you to get me pregnant.”

Fuck. Me. The heat in my spine burst, ecstasy exploding. I was so hard all it took was one more thrust and then I was coming inside her, filling her up. Pinning her down with my hand tangled in her hair. My hips jerked as the last bits of pleasure ebbed from my body and I sagged onto her, barely keeping from crushing her.

Her fingers skimmed up my body, cupping my chin. For a long moment, she looked up into my eyes, studying me. Then she leaned forward and her mouth brushed mine, her hot breath filling my lungs.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

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