So I did.
I leaned in, my teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of her neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to leave a mark. Her whole body tensed and her hips bucked against me, desperately pleadingfor more. I gave it to her. I gave her everything.
I set a punishing pace, a brutal, driving rhythm that was designed to break her, to shatter her into a million pieces. I wanted to see her fall apart, to hear her scream my name, to feel her come apart on my cock.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her gorgeous green eyes, which had been squeezed shut, fluttered open. They were hazy and unfocused, a beautiful, dazed expression in their depths.
“I want you to watch me while I fuck you,” I ordered. “I want you to see who’s claiming you.”
Her hips rose to meet my thrusts as she moaned for me and my dick throbbed even harder.
I could feel her getting closer. Her body was tightening around me, and she was making it hard for me to hold on. Her breaths were coming in short, ragged pants now, her nails digging a bit harder into my shoulders, her hips rising to meet mine.
“Come for me,kotenok,” I demanded. “Now.”
She did.
Her back bowed off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Her inner muscles clamped down on me in a series of deep, rhythmic contractions that milked my cock, a desperate, greedy pulling that would soon be my undoing.
“Ah, fuck,” I grunted. “You feel so good, Katya. So fucking tight. So fucking good.”
She shuddered beneath me, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. I watched her face, her expression a mixture of shock, pleasure, and a deep, soul-shatteringbliss. I had done this. I had broken her. I had claimed her. And she was magnificent.
I drove into her, my thrusts becoming erratic, my control shattering. I was lost in her, in the feel of her, the sight of her. I wanted to stay buried inside her forever, but my body had other ideas. The pressure was building, a blazing hot buildup of tension in my groin, a desperate, demanding need for release.
“I’m going to comeinside this sweet little pussy and you’re going to take every last drop, aren’t you?” I gritted out, my hands gripping her hips, my thrusts becoming shorter, harder, rougher.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, her lips parted,her cheeks flushed with arousal.
“Viktor,” she breathed, the word a soft, desperate plea.
Then she stiffened, a flicker of something new in her eyes. A flicker of fear maybe. A sudden, intense clarity that cut through the haze of her desire.
“I’m not… I’m not on anything,” she whispered, the words a damning confession. “No birth control.”
I forgot to breathe for a second. My body froze for a fraction of a second, my mind racing. The logical, responsible part of my brain, the part that wasn’t currently drowning in her, screamed at me to stop. To pull out. To think. To be a fucking adult for two seconds.
The other part, the primal, possessive, reckless part of me, roared with a triumphant, savage joy.
My body made the decision for me.
With a low, guttural groan, I drove into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt, and then I was coming, pouring myself into her in a roaring, shuddering release that left me empty and spent. My cock pulsed, a hot, thick wave of my seed surging into her, flooding her, marking her as mine.
I held myself there, my body shaking, my breath ragged, my entire being focused on the feeling of her, of my cum spilling inside her, of the forbidden, dangerous intimacy of the act.
I should have pulled out. I knew that. But the thought of it, the thought of leaving her, of not claiming her in this most fundamental way, was a physical pain. She was mine. And I would leave a part of myself inside her, a permanent, undeniable reminder of this night, of her surrender.
I collapsed onto her, my weight pinning her to the bed, my face buried in the curve of her neck. She was trembling, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that mirrored my own.
I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just breathed her in, the scent of her sweat and sex and a faint, sweet perfume that was all her own.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin, kissing along her neck, over the mark I’d left there with my teeth.
A soft, breathless laugh escaped her. “I was trying to be the death of you a minute ago.”
I lifted my head, a lazy grin spreading across my face. I looked down at her, at her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her beautiful, dazed eyes. She looked thoroughly fucked. It was a good look on her.
