"Look at me," I said.
Her eyes opened, dark and dazed with desire.
"I need you to understand something." I held myself still, every muscle trembling with the effort. "After this, there's nogoing back. You'll be mine in every way that matters. And I'll be yours."
"I know."
"And you still want this?"
"Yes." She lifted her hips, trying to take me deeper. "Yes, I want this. I want you. Please, Vasily—"
I pushed inside her.
She gasped, her body tensing around me. I forced myself to stop, giving her time to adjust, though the sensation of her tight heat gripping me was almost more than I could bear.
"Are you all right?" I gritted out.
"Yes. Just—full. You're so—"
"I know. Breathe. Let your body relax."
She took a shuddering breath, and I felt her internal muscles ease slightly. I pulled back and pressed forward again, a shallow thrust that made her moan.
"More," she breathed. "I can take more."
I gave her more. Slow, deep strokes that filled her completely, that made her gasp and clutch at my shoulders. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that I had to recite shipping manifests in my head to keep from finishing too soon.
"You feel incredible," I told her, my voice rough. "Like you were made for me."
"Vasily—" Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire. "Harder. Please."
I'd wanted to be gentle. Had promised myself I would take my time, would make her first experience with me soft and sweet. But the need in her voice shattered my restraint.
I braced myself on my forearms and drove into her, harder now, faster. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper, her moans growing louder with each stroke. The bed creaked beneath us. The moonlight painted silver stripes across our intertwined bodies.
"Touch yourself," I commanded. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her hand slipped between us, her fingers finding her clit. I watched her pleasure herself while I fucked her, and the sight was so erotic I had to close my eyes against the surge of sensation.
"That's it," I groaned. "Show me what you like."
Her movements grew frantic, her breathing ragged. I could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter, the telltale signs of approaching release.
"Vasily—I'm going to—"
"Come for me, Gabrielle. Let me feel it."
She shattered.
Her orgasm rolled through her in waves, her body clenching around me so tightly I saw stars. She cried out my name—once, twice, a third time—her back arching, her thighs trembling against my hips.
The sensation dragged me over the edge with her. I buried myself to the hilt and came harder than I ever had in my life, pulsing inside her, filling her with everything I had. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, whiting out my vision, blanking my mind of everything except her.
Gabrielle. My wife. My obsession. My undoing.
When the waves finally subsided, I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest. We lay tangled together, breathing hard, our hearts pounding in syncopation.
"That was—" She paused, searching for words. "I don't have words."
