“You like that, huh? You like your man’s cock?” I don’t need her to answer, because I can feel her whole-body shudders of need.
“I love it,” she confirms anyway.
“You’re so perfect.” I push my fingers into her hair and pull her head back to bare her neck, then kiss her there as I flex my hips, fucking up into her in short, leisurely strokes. “I can’t wait to see you lush and round with my child. You’re going to be even more lovely when you’re bred.”
“Please,” she sobs.
My slow pace is frustrating her, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
“Come for me. Two orgasms and I’ll give you what you want, moya koshechka.”
17
CATERINA
He crams his hand between us and finds my clit as though he knows my body better than I do. And my god, perhaps he does, because as he rubs me, I’ve never felt anything like it.
I’ve dreamed of being with Brody in this way from when he was just my neighbour, but the reality is simultaneously more intimate, sweeter, and filthy, in ways I didn’t expect. Being on Brody’s lap as he takes my virginity is empowering, as well as having an edge of him using me. He moves me for his pleasure as though I’m his beloved toy, to be played with and cherished. I might not be being ground into the mattress, but he’s in charge, regardless of whether I’m laid out on the bed as his personal feast or being bounced on his huge erection.
All of these things are fantastic for me. Sure there was a twinge of pain as he breached my virginity, but now every part of where we’re joined sparkles with pleasure.
“Come all over my cock like a good girl,” he rasps. Then I just spy his sly smile as he bites my neck, and thrusts up—hard—from below.
I break apart with this second orgasm. It’s an explosion as strong as an ocean wave. Brody holds me, soothing me as though I’m in pain as much as mind-bending pleasure.
He murmurs soft words in Russian and through the fog of lust and love, I realise that’s his thing. He cares for me. This man looks after me as tenderly taking my virginity and making me come on his monster cock as he did when cleaning my wounds.
I try to say, “I love you,” but it’s all garbled and whimpers and I think sounds more like, “uhhh wub yuhh,” and then disintegrates as another wave sweeps me away.
“I know, I know. You’re beautiful as you come.” He holds my head with a hand firmly in my hair as I crumple on top of him.
“I’m going to fuck you now, moya koshechka,” he says into my ear. “I’m going to flip you onto your back and pound into you. I waited for you to ask, but now I’m going to have you.”
“Uhgh—” I’m nodding but not capable of human language. My whole body is tingling.
“I want you to take every thrust like a good girl. I’m going to use you fast and hard, because you’remine.”
“I belong to you.” The admission comes out with an oof as I land on my back, Brody still inside me. “Yes.” I stroke up and over his shoulders and shift my hips until he’s even deeper. “Yes.”
There’s something dark and controlling that shudders down my spine as he removes my hands from his body one by one and holds them down with his own. As though my touching him will be too much. Withdrawing with a long, lazy stroke, he slams back into me, sending sparks of delicious sensation flying out from where we join.
“That’s it, my good girl,” he grunts as he rams into me again. Then he sets up a confident pace, unrelentingly fucking me, as he kisses my lips and cheeks and I just melt. Or burn. I don’t even know. I’m reduced to being his sheath and it’s ecstasy with every stroke of him into me. As though we’re making some new magic between us.
And of course, we are. We’re creating a baby.
This man is all my dreams made real.
“Fill me up,” I whisper, not quite believing my daring. I tilt my hips, and Brody nods and goes deeper still. “Make me yours forever, Dark Angel. Come inside me, my virile husband-to-be. I want a baby bump that shows everyone how you bred me. How I’m yours in every way.”
He groans and thrusts even harder.
“You’re a dream.” His words are ground out. Hoarse. “I’ll never stop wanting you. No one will touch you again without dying, because you belong to me. The sun will be cold before my love for you ceases. I don’t care the price, Caterina. I’d pay it, anything. Every penny I have or will ever have. My heart, my soul, my life. Anything to keep you safe and happy. Nothing could be too much to own you.”
“I’m yours,” I echo. Because that sounds like the best thing. To be Angel’s prized, loved, treasured possession. He certainly feels like he owns me as he pounds that thick length into me without mercy.
“You’ll wear my ring. Have my children. Come on my cock.” He punctuates each statement with a brutal thrust. It should hurt, but it doesn’t because he’s so deep in me he’s rearranged my organs. The sensation of fullness is unbelievably good. “You’remine. I’ll never let you go.”
He’s heavy on top of me, his weight a reminder of how big he is compared to me. He’s powerful and large and savage, and yet even as he’s taking his pleasure with my body, he’s giving everything of himself. My Dark Angel is gradually losing control because of me.
