I think about the way he murmured against my skin earlier. The way his voice went low and specific when he told me to let go. The way my body responded to the command like a current.
"I noticed," I say. "I liked it."
"Good girl."
Two words. My stomach drops. Heat rushes up my spine and pools low in my belly and I feel my breath catch in a way that is completely involuntary and entirely obvious.
He sees it.
"Interesting," he says, and the warmth in his voice has an edge now. Something dark and pleased.
"I don't know what I like yet," I admit. "This is all new. I don't have a list of things to hand you."
"I don't need a list." He pulls me closer, his mouth brushing my ear. "I'll learn you, Stefania. The same way I learned everything else about you. Carefully. Thoroughly." His teeth graze my earlobe. "And when I find something that makes you shake, I'll do it again until you can't breathe."
My pulse is hammering. My skin is flushed and I can feel the heat between us building again, coiling tight in the space where his body meets mine.
"That sounds like a threat," I say.
"It's a promise." He rolls onto his back and pulls me over him. "And I always keep my promises."
Yevgeny
She’s straddling me before I even finish the sentence, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips. The bedroom is dim, just the low glow of the bedside lamp painting gold across her skin, and I let my hands settle on her thighs like they belong there. Because they do now. She’s mine. Every scar, every secret, every sharp edge she’s spent a lifetime hiding. She laid it all out for me, and I still want more.
“Ride me, Stefania,” I say, voice low, rough with everything I’ve been holding back since the chapel. My cock is already hard again, thick and flushed against my stomach, the head glistening with precum. I wrap one hand around the base and give myself one slow stroke, letting her watch. “Take what you need. Show me how you claim what’s yours.”
Her dark eyes flare. That predator gaze I saw at the altar is back, but softer now, edged with hunger instead of caution. She rises up on her knees, one hand braced on my chest, the other reaching down to line me up. The first brush of her pussy against my tip makes us both groan. She’s hot, slick, still puffy and sensitive from the last time I was inside her. She’s perfect. So fucking perfect. That soft, rounded belly I noticed earlier, the way it curves just enough to make my mouth water with the thought of it growing rounder, fuller, with my child inside her. Her thighs are thick and strong from years of training, muscleflexing under smooth skin as she sinks down an inch, then another.
“Fuck, look at you,” I praise, my free hand sliding up to palm one heavy breast. Her tit fills my hand, soft and full, the dark pink nipple already tight and begging. I thumb it, slow circles, and she whimpers, hips twitching. “So wet for me already. This pretty little cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Made to take every inch and milk me dry.”
She bites her lip, cheeks flushing darker, but she doesn’t look away. Good girl. She sinks lower, taking me in slow, her walls fluttering around me like she’s still learning how to stretch for this. The scar on her left thigh catches the light as her leg shifts, four inches of raised, imperfect silver against all that strength. I trace it with my thumb, reverent.
“That scar means so much. Knowing how strong you are, how fearless you are, makes me so hard. You took a knife for what you believed in. You ended a monster with your own hands. That darkness in you?” I thrust up just enough to seat myself fully, bottoming out with a wet sound that makes her gasp. “It matches mine exactly. Two sides of the same fucking coin. You hunt in the shadows for the ones who slip through the cracks. I break bones and bury bodies for the family. We’re the same, Stefania. Predators. And now you’re mine to keep safe while you do it.”
She moans, loud and unrestrained, and starts to move. Tentative at first, rolling her hips in little circles like she’s testing the angle. I let her find it, my hands on her waist guiding but not forcing as I watch her slick pussy take my cock over and over again. “That’s it. Good girl. Ride me harder. Use me. I want to feel this greedy pussy swallowing me whole and sucking me dry.”
Her rhythm builds. She plants both hands on my chest and starts bouncing, her tits jiggling with every drop, full and heavy,nipples dark and peaked. The sight is obscene. Her stomach softens and tightens with each movement, that feminine curve that’s going to look so goddamn beautiful when I put a baby in her. I can’t stop the words spilling out.
“God, these tits,” I groan, cupping them both now, thumbs flicking the nipples until she cries out. “So full. So perfect. I’m going to watch them bounce while I breed you, Stefania. Fill this womb until it takes. You want that? Want me to pump you so full of my cum you’re dripping for days? Want my cum sticky on your thighs while you slip out at night and make the world safer?”
“Yes—fuck, Yevgeny—” Her voice cracks, and she slams down harder, taking me to the hilt every time. The wet slap of her ass against my thighs fills the room. She’s getting bolder, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke, chasing her pleasure like the hunter she is. I love it. I love that she doesn’t hold back with me.
I sit up suddenly, one arm banding around her back to keep her close, mouth latching onto one nipple. I suck hard, tongue flicking, and she keens, fingers twisting in my hair. “Good girl. So responsive. Look at how your cunt clenches when I talk about breeding you. You’re going to look so fucking hot pregnant, with your belly round, tits even fuller, leaking for me while I fuck you into oblivion.”
She’s trembling now, thighs shaking around my hips. I can feel her getting close again, walls fluttering tighter. But I want more. I want to see every inch of her while she falls apart.
“Turn around for me,” I murmur against her breast, nipping the underside before I release her. “Reverse cowgirl. I want to watch this perfect ass and that scar while you ride me. Then you’re going to turn back so I can see these gorgeous tits bounce while I fill you up.”
She hesitates half a second, still new to all of this, still learning she can take what she wants. Then she lifts off me with a slick sound that makes my cock twitch. She spins, giving me her back, and sinks back down reverse, ass flexing as she takes every thick inch again. The view is lethal. Her spine arches, that dark hair spilling down her back, the curve of her waist flaring into hips I grip hard enough to leave marks. And there’s the scar again, stark on her thigh as she starts bouncing, harder now, like she knows I’m watching.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, one hand sliding up her spine, the other gripping her ass, spreading her so I can watch my cock disappear into that tight, glistening pussy. “Look at you. Taking me so deep. This cunt was built for breeding, baby. So warm, so wet, going to look so pretty stretched around me when you’re carrying our child. You’re going to hunt with my cum inside you, and I’m going to make sure you come home safe every single time. My perfect, dangerous wife.”
She moans my name like a prayer, grinding back on me, ass rippling with every thrust. I can feel her getting close, her rhythm turning sloppy and desperate. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight circles. “Come on my cock, Stefania. Let me feel you gush around it. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She shatters. Her back bows, pussy clamping down like a vice on my cock, pulsing around me in waves that drag a groan from my chest. I hold her through it, hips snapping up to meet her, chasing my own release.
But I need to see her face for this.
