Page 21 of Shattered Oath

Her breath comes in tiny gasps as she obeys, eyes still glazed, but slowly submitting to the intensity of my stare.

“Fuck… You fit me like a glove,” I groan, still sliding in and out of her with infinite tenderness. I sense the moment when her body reaches the point she can’t take anymore.

“Lev!” she gasps, her body arching up to me. I don’t change the rhythm, eyes locked. “Oh, God!” The lines of her throat cord and strain.

“Come… Let me see you come,” I tell her.

“Fuck!” she cries out, as if I’ve finally given her permission. Her eyes are wide as the pleasure takes hold of her, pussy spasming around me with such force it almost takes me with her. But still, I’m not ready. The words I’m waiting for remain unspoken, and I won’t stop until I hear them.

For a moment, she goes limp as she recovers from the force of her orgasm, but I keep on the steady rhythm until her body quickens again, walls beginning to flutter once more. I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper as she starts to writhe against me again.

“Yes! God! Like that!” she gasps, scrabbling at me, reminding me that my pretty little princess likes it rough. But tonight isn’t about that. Tonight is about the words I need to hear. She comes undone around me again, her breath rasping, thighs locked around me, her shoes now long gone.

“Take it… Take what you need from me, Aurora,” I grit out. It’s almost becoming more than I can bear, and I’m shuddering with the exertion of holding off my own climax as her third begins to peak.

“More,” she chokes out. “I need…more…harder!” Her nails have torn patterns down my back when she pleads with me to fuck her, and so I do. Hard and unforgiving as the string of desperate words she’s babbling slowly take shape into the ones I’ve known were lurking.

“Fuck! I… I love… Oh, God, I love you, Lev!” she cries out as a flood washes over her…washes over me as the swirl of victory heats me. With one final heave, I bury myself in her heat, balls throbbing as I shoot my load into the deepest part of her.

“Mine!” I grunt out, as I drop my face into the sweat-slickened curve of her throat. “You’re mine…” Her arms twine around my neck, clinging to me as I release a stream of Russian that says more than I want her to understand. Because like it or not, I'm in this deeper than I should be. This game we’re playing will claim more than one victim. But it will be worth it. “Mine,” I groan again, as I finally slump onto her limp body.

“Yes…yes, I’m yours!” Her chest is heaving beneath me with huge sobbing breaths.

And I smile against her skin for more reasons than I want to admit.

It’s what I’ve been waiting for.

But I need to clear my head.

She whimpers as I pull out of her, rolling onto the bed beside her. Thankfully, her grip loosens around me, but I wrap my arm around her and press her into the curve of my body. We lie in silence as we catch our breath.

Already I need her again, need to keep her closer.

Fuck. This feels all wrong.

“Thank you,” she says, catching me off guard. She raises her head, propping it up on the palm of her hand. The satisfaction on her face thrills me.

“For what,Solnishko?” I ask, and she grins.

“For everything.” She smiles nestling against me. “I like it when you call me that,” she adds. “Solnishko.”

“You do?” I ask, and she nods.

“I also like it when you speak to me in Russian while we make love,” she says.

Make love.

I remind myself that it’s only fucking but my traitorous heart tells me I’m lying.

“What does it mean?” she asks, catching me off guard. It takes a moment before I realize she is asking about my nickname for her.

“It means sunshine,” I say, stroking a damp curl from her face.

“Sunshine?” Her eyes brighten like the name I’ve given her. “You call me your sunshine?”

Fuck. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Right from our first moments together, I’d seen her as the light to my darkness.

You're in deep shit, Ivanov.

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