“Maksim…” My voice breaks on his name. I can’t stand another second of this game he’s playing with my body.
His hand between my legs moves with no urgency, finger sliding in and out in deep, languid thrusts that I can’t help imagining as his cock. I’m so wet, I’m practically dripping all over his hand. My body sucks and pulls him, greedy to keep him locked inside me.
He growls low in his chest, the sound vibrating against my lips.
“You’ve been thinking about me like this, touching yourself, wishing it were me. For how long?”
“Long.” The word slips out without hesitation, my mind too hazy to care about pride.
That’s all it takes.
My body clenches around nothing when he pulls his finger out of me. I groan in annoyance, grabbing for his wrist to pull it back down to where I need it. He twists it out of my grip, his weight suddenly coming over me in one fluid, predatory movement.
He doesn’t even stop to undress himself fully before spreading my legs wide, holding me there like I belong to him. His hands roam with complete ownership, grabbing a fist full of my camisole and shoving it down to pop my breast out into the open. The intensity in his eyes when he looks up at me makes my breath hitch, reminding me that I’ve crossed into territory I can’t come back from.
And then he’s inside me, teeth on my throat as he thrusts in.
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, because there’s nothing slow about how he takes me. He moves with a force that has me arching up to meet him, each thrust sending sparks racing down my spine.
He kisses me hard, swallowing every sound I make, his grip on my hips unrelenting as if daring me to try and pull away.
“Say it,” he demands between kisses.
“Maksim…” I pant.
“Say I own you, Ivy. That you’re mine to take when I want. That your body belongs to me.”
Oh, fuck.
My walls clench around him at the command. “Maksim?—”
I start, but his hand slides down to my throat, tilting my head back just enough to make my next breath come out as a gasp when he squeezes.
“Say it, Ivy. Now.”
And I do. It’s the truth, after all. “I’m yours. All yours.”
He rewards me with a deep, punishing thrust that has my back arching and my vision blurring. From there, his pace grows wild, his control finally shattered. I’m clinging to him, falling apart in his arms, his name spilling from my lips like it’s the only word I know.
I come so hard that my vision whites out and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My entire body seizes, nails digging so hard into his skin that I’m sure I’ve drawn blood. When my orgasm finally releases me, I flop back down onto the mattress like a rag doll.
Maksim lifts away from me, fingers digging into my hips to pull me farther into his lap. His hips slam into mine over and over again, his cock carving out a place that I know will be molded perfectly to him by the time this is over.
He lets out a shattered groan as he throws his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he spills into me, wet and hot. My walls clench again, another orgasm squeezing out of me as my body ripples around his cock, trying to milk him dry.
When it’s over, he practically collapses on top of me, his forehead pressed against my shoulder.
I don’t know how long we stay there afterward, but my body is too limp to care.
Maksim doesn’t move right away, either. One hand still cups around my neck, thumb stroking along my pulse point absentmindedly. His heart is still racing against mine, and it’s a strange comfort, like proof that I wasn’t the only one affected by this.
When he finally does pull back, his gaze locks on mine with that same unreadable intensity that he always has since the day we met. There’s something else there I can’t name, a dangerous mix of possession and satisfaction, maybe.
“I’ll send someone to bring you food,” he says, lifting away from me and pulling out. His cum spills out of me, wetting the sheets between my legs. “Rest.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
The door clicks shut, and the silence that follows is deafening.
