“Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just breathe.”
I focus on his voice and take in a deep breath, willing my body to relax.
“That’s my good girl. Your tight virgin pussy is spreading so good for me.” He slides in a little bit more, pulling another gasp from me. The pain is intense, but underneath it, I get a taste of the pleasure. It’s just out of reach, but I know that soon it’s going to flip, and the pain will be the lesser of the two.
“God you feel so fucking good,” he groans, giving me another inch. Bracing himself on his forearms, he runs a finger along my cheek and looks at me with so much love in his green eyes that it makes the pain seem like a distant memory. Nothing can touch me when he looks at me like that.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly slides in the rest of the way until he’s fully inside me and we’re locked together in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. It hurts, but it also feels so fucking good. His thumb brushes aside a tear that’s slipped out.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Never better.”
He smiles and moves his hips just enough to give me a taste of what’s to come. My eyes widen at the different sensations running through me. Keeping himself still, he leans closer and gives my bottom lip a soft suck.
“This is your home now, Evie.I’myour home.” The heat of his breath runs over my wet lips, sending a shiver down my spine. He licks and nips at my skin while I run my fingers along his muscled back, memorizing every perfect inch of him. “Say it, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips.
“You’re my home,” I say, meaning every word of it.
“I’m never watching you walk away again. I’m never going to worry about you being hurt again. You’re mine,lapochka. You have been since the first second I saw you.”
I nod my head and bring my hands to his face, pulling him closer for a kiss. He gives me what I want, claiming my mouth just as thoroughly as he’s claimed my pussy. When he starts to slowly fuck me, I moan and cling to him even tighter. The pain is intense, but so is the ripple of pure ecstasy that washes through me. He groans and kisses me harder, sliding his fingers down my cheek and jaw until he’s wrapping them around my neck, squeezing me hard enough to feel the pressure, but not so hard that I can’t breathe. My pulse races against his thumb as he thrusts into me even harder.
“I want to possess every goddamn inch of you,” he growls against my lips. “I want your body, your mind, your soul, your every fucking breath,” he says, tightening his grip and cutting off my air, leaving me completely at his mercy as he pounds into me in a hard, unforgiving rhythm that’s lighting my whole body on fire. “And I want your pleasure. Now be a good girl and come all over my cock. Let me feel it, sweetheart.”
My lungs burn, but he doesn’t let up. My nipples slide along his chest with each hard thrust, and when my body starts to tense, he loosens his fingers so I can suck in a deep breath as I come so hard I see stars. He groans something in Russian when my pussy clenches even tighter around him. My fingers run over him, feeling the taut muscles, knowing he’s dying to let go but refusing to give in to his own release.
His hand leaves my neck to cup one of my breasts, giving my nipple a hard enough pinch to make me moan and arch my back up to him. Sitting up, he grabs onto my hips, holding me in place. His eyes run over me before settling between my legs. He watches as he slowly slides out of me.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans. “You look so goddamn good clenched around my dick. Watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”
I lift up on my elbows, my breath hitching when I look down and watch him slowly slide back into me, spreading me in a way that I would’ve said was impossible an hour ago. He’s soaked in my juices and even in the moonlight, I can see the bloody streaks that paint his thick cock.
“You see the blood, baby?” His accent is thick and his voice low. “That means you’re mine. I’m the first man to fuck your sweet pussy, and I better damn well be the last. No one else will ever know what you feel like, what you taste like, or how fucking sexy you look when you come. This is only for me.You’reonly for me.”
“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head and rocking my hips when he brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing my slippery bundle of nerves while he thrusts into me in a steady rhythm that has me clutching the bedding and whimpering his name. When I start to come again, he groans, watching me as my body writhes and my pussy tightens around him. He doesn’t let up, fucking me through it while working me with his fingers until I’m whimpering and reaching my hand down to move his.
“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he murmurs, easily brushing my hand aside before pinching my clit and giving it a soft squeeze. “This is mine, and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.”
To prove it, he rolls my overly sensitive clit between his fingers, making me buck up from the mattress as my body instinctively tries to curl in on itself. He gives a soft laugh and gentles his movements, lightly pressing his thumb against my bundle of nerves and very slowly working me in circles until I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. If I could form words, I’m not sure if I’d beg him to stop or to never stop. He knows what I want, what I need, because my body speaks to him in a way that words will always fall short. He reads me so easily, and when he leans his body over mine, covering me and surrounding me with his heat and scent, it’s the exact thing I need. Releasing my clit, he slides his hands under me, wrapping an arm around my back as the other slips down to cup my ass. Holding me tightly, he fucks me hard and kisses me with a hunger that takes my breath away.
This time when the climax hits me, he lets go too. My arms and legs tighten around him as I swallow his grunts and growls while my pussy grips his pulsing cock, my body begging him for everything he has. The kiss turns slow but no less hungry. His tongue runs over mine before he gives me a long, slow suck. My body shakes with the aftershocks, and feeling it makes him hold me tighter. Even after he’s empty and growing soft inside me, he keeps kissing me like he never wants to let me go.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you too.” I run my fingers over his beautiful face and brush aside a strand of sweaty hair. “Best birthday ever,” I whisper, making him smile.
“It’s not over yet.” He gives me a wink and slowly slides out of me, cupping my face when he sees me wince. “Time for a nice long soak, baby.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”
“Evie, don’t deny me the pleasure of taking care of you, not when I enjoy it so damn much.”
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to get used to being cared for and loved.
“Good girl,” he says, grinning down at me before sitting back. His hands run over me before he gently parts my thighs. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
I let out a surprised gasp when he lowers his head and runs his tongue up my sore slit. Keeping his mouth close, he says, “You think I wouldn’t want to taste you because you’re filled with my cum?” He gives a deep groan. “I love that you taste like me. I love that it’s mixed with the coppery taste of your first time. Fucking hell, sweetheart, I could eat nothing but you for the rest of my life and die a very happy man.”
