“I’ve got you, baby,” he groans, spreading my thighs and sliding his shaft between my legs again.
“Holy fuck,” I moan when he slides his thick cock along my pussy. He teases me until I’m panting and the fear I’d felt just moments ago is a long-forgotten memory. All I can think about now is how badly I want him inside me. “Please,” I beg. “God, please, Volodya.”
His deep laugh is so goddamn sexy that it just enhances the moment. He’s holding me too tightly for me to be able to move, and being at his mercy is intoxicating. Pulling back, he positions the head of his cock against my slit and very gently parts my lips. I can already feel how big he is, and my body instinctively starts to tense.
“Oh no you don’t,” he groans. “Don’t you dare try and keep me out,kiska. This is my pussy, remember? It belongs to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, trying like hell to relax.
He nudges me with his cock again, pressing in harder and sliding his head into me. “That’s my good girl,” he groans, sliding in a bit more.
My fingers dig into the tree as a guttural moan leaves my body. He’s barely in and already I feel like he’s splitting me in two.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He feeds me several more inches. “So tight and wet, just like I knew you would be.”
His accent is thicker, and even though my pussy feels like it’s on fire at the moment, I still get a thrill out of hearing how much he’s enjoying this. I clench around him even tighter when he feeds me another inch, pulling another groan from him. He surprises me by slowly pulling out, fucking me with half his cock until the pleasure starts to override the pain. The next thrust pulls a scream from me as he slides all the way in, locking our bodies together in a way that I hadn’t even known was possible. This goes so far beyond anything else I’ve ever experienced. There is no beginning or end to me. Everything that I am is entwined with him until I know with absolute certainty that I will never be fully separated from him again. Even after our bodies disconnect, I will carry a part of him around with me until the day I die.
Leaning over me, he whispers something in Russian against my neck and slowly starts to fuck me. The sensation goes beyond words. All I can do is cling to the tree I’m bent over as he pulls noises from me that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. The rough bark scratches my skin, but I barely register the pain. When I start to come, he speeds his hips up as my feet kick at empty air and my whole body bows back with my release. I scream his name to the night sky, not giving a flying fuck if the whole goddamn city can hear me. Let the whole world hear who I belong to. I’m long past caring.
Before I’ve even fully come down, he’s growling something and sliding out of me, making me moan in protest at the loss of him. Picking me up, he walks us a few feet away to a clearing and sets me down.
“Hands and knees,” he growls.
I use the last of my strength and get into position. My pussy feels empty without him, but he doesn’t make me wait long. Wrapping his body around mine, he slides back into me, and when I turn my face to his, he quickly brings his mouth to mine. He fucks me hard while he kisses me so damn sweetly—the two different sides of himself at war with each other as he tries so hard to not hurt me more than I can take.
Wrapping an arm around me, he sits back, taking me with him so I’m impaled on his cock and gasping at how deep he’s filling me.
“Ride me, sweetheart.” He whispers against my cheek. “Let me feel you come around my cock again.” His hands run over my body like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “You’re so beautiful,kiska.”
“I want to see you,” I tell him.
I feel him smile against my cheek. “I’m right here, baby.”
“I want to see you,” I say again, because him behind me isn’t enough. I raise my hips, pulling another deep groan from him. “Volodya, please.”
With a growl, he grabs onto my hips, lifting me and turning me around with an ease that reminds me of just how strong he is. He hovers me above his cock, locking eyes with me as he slowly lowers me onto him.
“Fuck,” I say in a breathy rush, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my forehead against his. When he’s fully seated inside me, my body is shaking, and I feel complete in a way that has a lump forming in my throat.
I will not cry while we’re having sex, I repeat to myself like a mantra, because if face-to-face is a big step for Volodya, then having me cry on his lap while he fucks me will probably have him running for the damn hills.
“You’re making me break all my rules,kiska,” he whispers, rocking his hips and fucking me in a slow rhythm that has a liquid heat spreading to every part of my body.
“Good,” I whisper back before running my hands through his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Our bodies find a rhythm as the rain falls down on us. My nipples scrape along his wet chest, rain and blood from my scratches mix together, smearing across his pecs, and when he cups my ass, working me harder against him, I feel the beginnings of another orgasm start to build.
He fists my hair with one hand, kissing me harder as I explode from the inside out. My back arches, and I clench around him even tighter, pushing him over the edge right along with me so we come together. He lets out a feral-sounding growl, pulsing inside me and filling me with everything he has until we’re both completely spent. I’m shaking and gasping for air, clinging to him like the lifeline he’s become. He sits back on his heels and wraps his arms around me, making me feel safer than I’ve ever been. With my face buried in his neck, I finally let the tears fall because the moment is just too goddamn much to contain. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. I’ve been completely laid bare, and there’s no going back.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, reaching a hand up to cup the back of my head while I sob against his neck like an absolute nut. I try to stop it, but the entire experience we just had is too much for my body to contain. The sexual tension between us, the chase through the woods, the rain and cold, the fact that I’m clinging to a killer and not even caring that he is one, and the amazing fucking sex that we just had—all of it is just too damn much.
He gently lifts me up, breaking the contact between our bodies as I hiss out a breath. He was true to his word, there’s already a sore ache between my legs. Standing up, he keeps an arm under my ass, holding me securely as he gathers his jeans and knife, not bothering with my clothes since they’re in shreds. We’re both naked and filthy, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He carries me down a path that leads to the side of the house, tossing his jeans on the veranda before going inside. The dogs lift their heads, and Volodya lets out a pained sigh when he sees they’re still sprawled on the couch.
“You’re going to get your house messy,” I whisper, knowing it’s got to be grating on his nerves to track muddy footprints all over the pristine floors.
“I have a very good maid.”
“That’s so not fucking funny,” I say, making him laugh.
He carries me to his bathroom and kisses the side of my face before setting his knife on the counter and then carefully putting me into his large, clawfoot tub. His movements are so gentle, so at odds with the killer I’ve seen firsthand that he is. Turning the water on, he grabs some bubble bath and squeezes it in as I arch a brow at him.
