Page 54 of Delicious Prey

When I immediately tense, he grips my hip with one hand and says, “Easy, baby. Just relax. I promise this is going to feel so fucking good.”

I nod my head and take a deep breath. He presses into me, pushing past my body’s natural resistance, and when I take it, he groans and says, “That’s my good girl. Let me see how filthy you like it, baby.”

He slides his finger all the way in, surprising me with how good it feels. I rock back against him, digging my hands into the sand and moaning as I arch my lower back, giving him better access.

“Perfect, baby, just like that,” he praises while sliding a second finger in. “You’re going to spread so goddamn good for me.”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, hoping like hell it’s true. I know his fingers are nothing compared to the thick beast between his legs, and I really hope my body can take it.

He fingers my ass, working me until I’m whimpering his name and desperate to come again. Sliding his fingers out, he gives my cheek a soft pat. A second later I hear him spit right before I feel the warm saliva hit my asshole and then the thick head of his cock press against me.

“Kirill,” I moan, suddenly terrified.

“Your body was made for me, zaika, and this tight ass is going to take my cock.”

I have my doubts, but I nod my head and try like hell to relax. When he starts to press his head in, I tense at the burning sensation, but when I take another deep breath, he slides in some more, and it’s not near as bad as I feared it would be. It feels wrong but in a good way, and there’s something about giving him this part of myself, a part that I never in a million years ever thought I’d give a man, that makes me feel so damn close to him.

He slides in some more and leans over so his body is cocooning mine. His nose runs across my cheek, breathing me in with a light moan.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers against my skin. “Such a good girl.”

One of his hands rests near mine, and when he nudges a finger under my palm, I lift my hand up and rest it on his, threading our fingers together while his other hand slides across my stomach and between my legs.

“Goddamn,” he groans when he’s fully inside me. “You okay, baby?”

I nod and let out a shaky breath. Truth is I’m more than okay. I feel like I should definitely get some sort of award for this, and in all honesty, I’m more proud about being able to take Kirill’s cock in the ass than I am about any of the awards I got in school. I would happily hang this certificate of achievement on the wall. This makes me feel like a fucking queen, and when I start to rock my hips, I feel him smile against my cheek.

“I knew my girl would like it filthy.” He slides out of me very slowly before sinking back into me. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck your sweet little ass?”

“Yes,” I moan. “God yes.”

He pinches my clit between his fingers and starts to fuck me faster.

“Give me your mouth,” he growls.

I turn and as soon as I’m close enough, he captures my lips in a hard kiss that takes away my ability to think. All I can do in this moment is take what he’s giving me, and I’m more than happy to do just that. He slides three fingers into me, fucking both my holes while his tongue claims my mouth. Every part of me is his. He’s put his mark on every part of me, claimed me in the most intimate ways, and I know there’s no separating us after this. He’s a part of me, embedded into my very core, and I feel so fucking grateful.

When he feels how close I am, he works me harder, bringing me to the edge so easily before toppling me over with his skilled fingers. He swallows my screams, slamming into me even harder before he groans and I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with everything he has. I’m lost in bliss, surrounded by it, and even after I start to come down, I still feel it rushing through me with the aftershocks.

“God, I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “So fucking much, baby.”

“I love you too,” I say, my voice raw and raspy. My whole body is sore, and I let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think I can move.”

He laughs and slowly slides out of me. “You don’t need to. I’m carrying you back to the house. You need another hot soak, baby.”

“I’m starting to see a pattern here. I think I’m always going to be a little bit sore because of your giant cock.”

I can hear the amusement in his voice when he says, “No way in hell am I going to apologize for that. I’ll always take care of you afterwards, though.”

“Sounds like a good deal.” I roll onto my back, watching him grab his weapons and our clothes before scooping me into his arms. He makes it seem so effortless to carry my weight, and it’s one of my most favorite things. He makes me feel delicate, like I’m something to be cherished and cared for. I never thought that he’d be that kind of man, but Kirill constantly surprises me in the best possible ways.

Once we’re back inside and soaking in a hot tub, the exhaustion catches up to me. My body is completely worn out, and it’s impossible for me to keep my eyes open. His arms are wrapped around me, fingers gently caressing my skin, and I smile when he kisses my temple and whispers, “It’s okay, baby. Get some sleep. I’ll take care of you.”

I’m not sure how much time passes, but when I wake, it’s still dark outside and I’m in bed alone. Well, Peanut is snuggled up against me, but Kirill is missing. Giving my sweet dog a kiss, I gently scoot out of bed so he’ll keep sleeping. I’m naked, so I grab my robe and am just about to go downstairs to look for him when I spot his broad shoulders on the balcony. He’s sitting in one of the chairs with his back to me. I watch as he lifts a glass to his lips and takes a healthy drink. The clink of ice makes me nervous. This is the first time I’ve seen him with alcohol, and the way he’s quickly downing it sends alarm bells all through me.

Stepping through the French doors, I walk to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Are you okay?”

He squeezes my hand and pulls me around and into his lap. Burying his face against my neck, he breathes me in and lets out a soft sigh. “I never expected to fall so damn hard for you,” he murmurs, and I begin to wonder just how many of these drinks he’s had. “I shouldn’t have let you fall for me, but I couldn’t help it, zaika. I was lost to you the second I saw you. You were so beautiful,” he sighs again, “so goddamn beautiful and so brave.”

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