“That’s it,” he groans, his control fraying as my body opens for him. “Good girl. Taking me so well. You’re mine now, Sasha. No one else’s.”
The words shatter me, and I spiral apart around him, my body clenching tight as wave after wave of ecstasy rip through me. He curses, voice breaking. “Fucking hell, Sasha. Fuck. That’s it,kotyonok.”
I’m still boneless beneath him when his mouth finds mine again—hungry this time, insistent, nothing soft about it. My body is sensitive, sore in new places, but when his hand grips my hip, and he presses deeper inside me, a shocked cry spills from my throat.
“Lev—”
“You thought once would be enough?” His voice is gravel, low and feral against my ear. “No, Sasha. Not for me.”
He’s thicker, harder, the stretch sharper now that I’m already tender, and my fingers clutch the sheets as he pushes in deeper. His hand pins mine above my head, the other gripping my thigh, opening me to take all of him.
“God, you’re tight,” he rasps, dragging out with agonizing slowness before slamming back into me. The bed rocks beneath us. “I could lose my mind in you.”
Each thrust is deliberate, deeper, harder, like he’s carving himself into me. My body responds helplessly, arching to meet him even as the pressure builds too sharp, too much. My moans echo into the dark room, and he drinks every sound like it feeds him.
“You’re mine,” he growls, teeth grazing the side of my throat. “Do you hear me? Mine. No man touches you; no man looks at you again.”
“Yes—” The word rips out of me on a gasp, unthinking, raw. “Yes, Lev.”
The possessiveness in his eyes blazes, a dangerous, beautiful hunger. His pace grows brutal, relentless, forcing me higher and higher until I’m clinging to him, crying out his name.
“Come for me again,” he demands, thumb finding that sensitive spot as he pounds into me. “Now. I want to feel you break apart around me.”
I shatter, body convulsing, pulsing tight around him as the climax tears through me. He curses viciously, his rhythm faltering, and then he buries himself deep with a guttural cry, spilling into me as he locks me tight against him.
We collapse together, breathless, sweaty, my body trembling beneath the weight of him. But even now, his grip doesn’t ease, his lips pressing hard to my temple like a brand.
I don’t even realize my eyes are closing until the room blurs. My cheek rests over his heart, the steady thud beneath me grounding and strange. I don’t know what’s next for us; all I know is that I feel safe, and I don’t want to leave his arms.
“Lev…” I whisper, half-asleep.
His arms tighten. “Shhh.” His mouth brushes my forehead again, a soft contrast to the bruising marks he’s left on my hips. “Sleep,kotyonok. You’re safe.”
Somewhere between waking and dreaming, I hear him murmur my name again, low and rough, like a vow spoken only to the dark. Over and over, until it becomes a pulse inside me, until the city lights fade and the world narrows to his warmth and his voice.
And that’s how I drift off—wrapped in the scent of him, his heartbeat under my ear, his whisper a promise I don’t yet understand.
Chapter 4 – Lev
The city is barely stirring when my eyes open. The first pale wash of dawn cuts through the curtains, streaking across her skin like it was painted just for me.
Sasha is still asleep, curled against me, her breath soft and steady. There’s a smudge of hair across her cheek, and I have the insane urge to brush it back, to lean down and kiss her awake.
I don’t move. I just stare.
This isn’t me. I don’t linger. I don’t watch. Usually, the moment after is when the walls slam shut inside me again. I fuck, I detach, and by morning, I don’t remember the color of their eyes.
But her? She’s still here in my head. Crawling under my skin. The sound of her voice, the way she whispered my name last night—it’s all still echoing in me, and it makes no sense.
I should get up. I should walk away. But instead, I lie there like a goddamn fool, watching her chest rise and fall, wanting things I have no right to want.
I want her to open her eyes and look at me like I’m the only man alive. I want to bury my face in her neck and stay there until the world stops spinning. I want to keep her.
The realization hits me like a knife to the ribs.
Wanting is weakness. And weakness gets you killed.
So why the fuck can’t I stop?
