"You like that idea?" I ask, already knowing the answer from the way her pupils dilate. "You like knowing I'm going to put my mouth on you every single day? That I'm going to make you come until you can't remember your own name?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"Good." I fist my cock, even though my balls are aching with the exertion coming twice so soon already.
"Again?" she asks, breathless.
"You're sore." My hand slides down to rest possessively on her stomach. "And I plan to keep you very busy tomorrow, so you need to recover."
She's quiet for a moment, then her hand covers mine. "You really want me pregnant?"
I groan, just hearing her say it heats my blood.
"Yes. I want to watch your body change. Want to see you grow round with my child. Want to fuck you while you're pregnant and know that every part of you belongs to me."
Her breath catches. "That's..."
"Possessive? Territorial?" I supply. "Yes. I am. You're mine, Matilda. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."
"I've never felt like this before," she admits quietly. "Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
"That's because you are." I nuzzle into her hair, breathing in the scent of her. "You belong here. With me. In my bed. Carrying my name and eventually my children."
"You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple." I press another kiss to her shoulder. "I want you. You want me. Everything else is just details."
She laughs softly. "I don't think that's how marriage works."
"It's how our marriage works." My hand slides from her stomach to her hip, squeezing possessively as I continue the torturous strokes on my cock. "We make our own rules, Matilda."
I move my hand to lift her leg, hooking it backwards over mine and adjusting to the head of my cock bumps against her entrance. I jerk faster, the heat of her driving me wild.
"Come inside me, Gennady," she says, and my balls tighten.
I thrust forward until just the head of my cock slips into her swollen channel, and blow my load with a groan.
I soften almost immediately, my cock and balls unable to do anything else, and pull Matilda against me whispering to her that she is the best thing that has ever happened to me as we drift off to sleep.
Matilda
I wake to darkness and silence.
For a moment, disorientation clouds everything. This isn't my bed. This isn't my room. The weight of an arm draped over my waist is unfamiliar, the solid warmth of a body pressed against my back too foreign to process.
Then memory crashes back.
Gennady. Marriage. Wedding night.
I blink at the clock on the nightstand, the red digital numbers glowing in the darkness. 2:47 AM.
Twenty-four hours.
The realization hits me like a physical blow.
Twenty-four hours ago, I was being dragged from my bed by armed men. Twenty-four hours ago, I was kneeling on my father's living room floor, watching my world implode. Twenty-four hours ago, I gave up my brother to save myself.
And now I'm lying in the Pakhan's bed, wearing his ring, his cum still inside me, still leaking from me.
