He smiled at me and I began slowly stripping out of the bloody dress as I stalked towards the bed.
“I expect to be greeted like this every day, Katya. As my wife you must please me,” he teased, coughing slightly on the last word.
“Yes, husband-to-be,” I smirked as I slipped out of my panties and bra beside the bed and slid in next to him. “Will there be anything else, husband-to-be?”
“Hmm,” he continued, “when we marry tomorrow, I expect you to remember your place at all times.”
I looked up at him, my eyes narrowing into slits. Despite wanting to continue this role play his words made my anger flare.
“And where is my place, husband-to-be?” I gritted out.
“By my side, always,” he replied.
He reached out and cupped my face in his large hand and I leaned into his touch.
“Always,” I agreed. “But now, I think my husband-to-be needs satisfying.”
I reached down and cupped him in my hand, already feeling that he was hard and throbbing. I leaned up and met his mouth with mine and we kissed and touched, fumbling beneath the cotton sheet like new, unseasoned lovers.
We took our time, exploring each other. Learning each other’s curves and sensitive places. Slowly I climbed on top of Nik, careful not to jostle his shoulder too much as I lifted myself up and slowly slid back down on to his hard length, letting him fill me to bursting.
“Are we completely mad?” I questioned and he chuckled. “This between us, it’s so...sudden.”
“This between us has been there all our lives, Katya,” he said, his thumb swiping along my bottom lip. “I’ve always wanted you; I just didn’t know how much.”
His hands were on my waist and they held me firmly as he thrust upwards with his hips and I moaned into the air as he hit something deep within my core, unlocking my body. But I saw the way he winced trying to move his shoulder.
I gripped his hands on my waist. “Don’t try to move so much,” I said gently, and I thrust back and forth riding his body and claiming him for my very one, my mouth open in a silent cry as my body hummed with pleasure.
“Fuck, Katya,” he grunted, eyes rolling back as I rode him for all he was worth. He began thrusting upwards again, even though I knew it hurt him. But he was like me—desperate for this, desperate for us.
“My brother hates you for this,” I said suddenly, remembering his face earlier. Nik stopped moving and I looked down at him. “What?”
“Can we not talk about your brother right now?”
I slowly rolled my hips, enjoying the way his eyes widened. “Sorry.” I grinned.
“But yes, he hates me,” Nik agreed, sitting up so that our chests were pressed against one another. His arms were snaked around my waist, fingers gripping my ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him, as he kissed along my neck. “I’d hate me too if someone fucked my little sister.”
I chuckled and then sighed as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, his hips moving quicker and quicker as he urged us on towards the crest of an orgasm. He sucked in a breath, and I knew he was overdoing it, but this time I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to be careful.
“He’ll get over it though, right?” I asked, as my body clung to him, my nails sinking into his back as euphoria flooded through me.
“Yes,” he grunted, fucking me harder.
“You’re sure,” I groaned as he nipped my neck, and the first tingles of an orgasm began pooling inside of me.
“I am.” He fucked me faster.
“Oh God, Nik,” I panted. “How sure are you though? He’s my brother and I love him and…”
“Katya,” Nik called my name, his tone somewhere between frustration and amusement. “Please stop talking about your brother so I can fucking cum.”
I laughed loudly and Nik stopped fucking me, his eyebrow arched as he looked at me. “Oh, you think that’s funny do you?”
I grinned wider. “I’m sorry.”
Nik flipped me over so that I was on my back, his cock slamming into me with such force that all the air was punched out of my lungs. He grabbed my panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth, effectively silencing me.
