He yanked up the hem of my dress and spanked my ass again. Demyon grabbed my hips, pulling me backward toward the edge of the bed. There, he slid into my slippery cunt and began hitting me from behind.
He started out slowly at first, building momentum with each passing second. I moaned, basking in the feeling of his cock destroying my pussy. My fingers clenched around the sheets, and I buried my face in the mattress.
Demyon didn’t relent; he kept ramming me hard and fast while occasionally spanking my ass. He molded my butt cheeks with practiced ease, like an experienced sculptor.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, then tugged at it. The force yanked my head upward, pulling an evenlouder moan from my lips. My legs trembled beneath me, unable to contain all that pleasure coursing through my veins.
My face was contorted in pleasure, my fingers tightening around the sheets until my knuckles whitened.
His primal growl announced his arrival, and with one deep thrust, he exploded inside me. It was so warm and satisfying that my muscles relaxed all at once.
When he finished, I collapsed on the bed, breathless. My legs were still shaking, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
The crazy part was that I wasn’t fully satisfied yet. I still wanted more. And that was how I knew that I was bound to him in every way that mattered. I thought I’d beat myself up the moment he finished, but I was wrong.
My body wasn’t done yet.
When I rolled over and lay on my back, I saw the same hunger flickering in his eyes. He, too, wasn’t done yet. He climbed back onto the bed and found his way on top of me.
His kiss was gentle, his tongue invading my mouth. I kissed him back, our heads moving in sync to the rhythm of the slow beat in the background. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, mingling with that of fresh flowers and scented candles.
Our bodies writhed against each other as his hands traced my curves and contours. A part of me hated how I’d completely surrendered to him, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Demyon owned my body, and my reaction to his touch was proof of that. I enjoyed the way he handled me like a beast and was ready for round two.
But this time, I was going to be on top—I was going to look down at his face while riding on his cock.
Chapter 24 —Demyon
Dressed in my impeccably tailored black suit, I sat across from her at our table. The air was filled with the faint scent of fresh flowers and the aroma of the culinary masterpiece set before us.
I leaned back in my chair, watching her eat in silence, trying her hardest to avoid my gaze. She was beautiful tonight, dressed up in a fancy red gown, befitting of this high-class fancy restaurant.
Her chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in effortless waves. As she ate, her lips closed around the fork, her jaw moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
I’d decided to take her out tonight, to show her off to the world as mine and mine alone. I figured she was suffocating within the mansion’s walls and could use some fresh air. The smile on her face when I told her we were eating out tonight still played in my head, over and over again.
Although we’d barely spoken a word to each other all through the drive here, it felt good to do something right by her for once.
I ordered the most expensive wine and the most delicious dish on the menu. The plan was to impress her and prove to her that being a Tarasov wife wasn’t as bad as she thought. In my own little way, I wanted to spoil her and just make her happy.
Considering the way she handled me last night, the way she twirled on my cock with deliberate slowness, she deserved more than this. It was hard to reconcile the innocent young woman taking delicate bites of her medium-rare steak with the lioness that had ridden me until I came the night before.
It was like I’d unlocked a version of her that evenshedidn’t know existed. This version was shameless, wild, andfuckin’ fierce. She matched my energy, tangling in the sheets with me without holding back.
Even now, I could still hear the sounds of her sweet moans echoing in my head. The images of her face contorted in pleasure hadn’t stopped flashing in my mind all day. It was a reminder that with just the right push, even the most innocent of them all would turn wild.
I hadn’t expected her to lose control the way she did last night, and I was grateful that she did. She proved to me that she could be whatever I wanted in bed. She could be shy and delicate. She could also be wild and dangerous.
She’d said the most daring things to me last night, challenging me to go harder and faster. Initially, I was skeptical, thinking she wouldn’t be able to take the full dose of my strength. I was wrong.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d been possessed by the spirit of sex last night. We began with me hitting her hard and rough. Then we transitioned to her riding me slowly with an intensity that had me mumbling gibberish.
For an inexperienced woman who was having sex for the second time in her life, she’d sure outdone herself. She moved her hips back and forth, side to side, and even up and down. She twisted and twirled on my cock buried deep inside.
She’d made sounds—soft purrs and delicious moans—that sent shivers running down my spine. The way she moved, like her waist had no bones, was therapeutic—fuckin’ relaxing. And perhaps if I hadn’t seen the blood on our first night, I wouldn’t have believed that she was a virgin.
Reminiscing about the whole scene sparked something inside me, and as I watched her in silence, the heat spread across my body.
