His teeth graze my neck before they sink in. I still, the pain and pleasure building as his thrusts keep pace. He licks the mark he leaves behind.
His hand leaves my throat. “Look at you,” he rasps, his fingers tangling in the lights, tugging just enough to make me gasp. “Fucking perfect.”
He sets a brutal pace, pulling me back by the lights as he thrusts hard.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dark velvet. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Each word punctuated with a thrust that sends me further into oblivion. My fingers dig into the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor me as he drives into me relentlessly.
“I know you’re hiding something, and I’m going to fuck it out of you.”
I gasp, my entire body tensing at his words. The pleasure building inside me stutters as panic flashes through me.
“W-what?” I manage, my voice breaking.
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Not when I’m inside you. Not when you’re about to come.”
And I am falling apart. Despite my panic, despite the secret I’m desperately trying to hold onto until the right moment, my body can’t hold back. The coil of pleasure tightens with each thrust, with each brush of the lights against my sensitized skin.
“Tell me,” he demands, his rhythm slowing to torturous, deep strokes that make my vision blur. “What are you hiding from me, Vasilisa?”
I bite my lip hard, trying to focus, trying not to blurt out the truth.
His hand slides around, fingers finding my clit, circling it with devastating precision as his other hand tightens in the lights across my back. The dual sensation, the stretch of him inside me, the pressure on my most sensitive spot, sends me rocketing toward the edge.
I come hard white-hot pleasure crashing through me in waves. My entire body convulses, the lights digging into my skin as I clench around him. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I cry out his name—both his names, in a desperate, broken sob.
“Santo! Scythe! Please!”
He doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t slow, driving me through my orgasm.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you,Vasilisa?”
His voice drops, dark and certain.
“You want to beused.”
A hard thrust.
“That’s…”
Another.
“…what you…”
Another.
“…said.”
“Yes… yes…”
It’s a broken whisper, overstimulated and barely aware. My mind slips, my body trembling as he keeps going until I’m shaking, oversensitive and delirious.
When his pace finally stutters, I know he’s close. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise as he buries himself deep inside me with a guttural groan.
“Fuck,”he groans his voice raw as he empties himself inside me.
