She shatters with a cry, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers. I don’t stop licking her through every wave, drinking down every drop of her release like it’s the only sustenance I need. She tastes even sweeter when she comes. Richer. Mine.
When the tremors finally ease, I kiss her inner thighs, her mound, the soft skin just above her clit, then crawl up her body. She pulls me down immediately, kissing me deep, tasting herself on my tongue with a needy little sound that makes me throb against her stomach.
Her blue eyes flutter open in the dark, hazy and full of love and lust. My cock nudges at her entrance, already slick and ready for more.
“I’m going to marry you in two weeks,” I tell her, voice rough. “And then I’m going to spend every night of the rest of my life between these thighs, tasting you, fucking you, worshipping you until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t mine.”
She smiles, sleepy and radiant, and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Good,” she breathes.
I push inside her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that welcomes me home, and lose myself in the only woman in the world who was ever strong enough to survive my world.
“I’ll fill you up over and over again,” I grunt as I bottom out in her, her walls tight from the orgasm she just had. “Empty myself in you every chance I get.”
She lifts her hips with a moan, and I bend to take her nipple in my mouth. I suck hard enough to make her arch of the bed.
I release her nipple and growl, “Mine,” against her mouth, rolling my hips in a deep, deliberate grind. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she tilts her hips up to take every inch. “All yours, Nick. Only yours. No one else will ever touch me again.”
The words flare like gasoline on fire. I pull back and slam into her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the dark room. “That’s right. You’re going to be my wife. My Bratva queen. Every man in this city will know you belong to the Pakhan.”
She moans, loud and filthy, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice. “Yes… God, yes. I want them to know. I want them to be terrified of what you’ll do to protect what’s yours.” Her voice drops, raw and needy. “Fuck me like you own me, Nick. Claim me. Fill me up so deep I feel you for days.”
I lose control. I drive into her with punishing strokes, the bed creaking under us, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. “This cunt was made for my cock. So fucking wet for me even when you’re half asleep. You’re dripping down my balls, Sadie. You love being claimed like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” she pants, meeting every thrust, nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. “I love being your dirty little secret. Your perfect wife who spreads her legs for you in the middle of the night. Harder, Nick. Ruin me. Make me yours forever.”
“Fuck, Sadie—” I grip her thigh, spreading her wider, pounding into her so deep I swear I can feel the head of my cock bumping against her cervix. “You’re going to take every drop when I fill you. I’m going pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for hours. You’re never getting rid of me. This body, this heart, this soul is mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” she cries, voice breaking. “Your everything. Come inside me, Nick. Mark me so deep no one will ever question who I belong to.”
The dirty words, the raw possession in her voice, the way she’s clenching and fluttering around me, it snaps the last thread of my restraint. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, white-hot and vicious. I’ve come inside her before, but this is different. This is feral. Primal. Like my body knows exactly what she is: my future, my weakness, my greatest strength.
I fuck her like a man possessed, hips snapping with savage force. “Take it. Take all of it. Fuck!”
The orgasm crashes through me harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. A guttural, broken roar tears from my throat as I slam deep and hold, cock pulsing violently. Thick ropes of cum flood her, pulse after pulse, more than I thought my body could give. It feels endless. Hot, heavy spurts that fill her until I can feel it leaking out around my shaft with every twitch. My vision whites out. My balls draw up tight, every muscle in my body locked and shaking as I empty myself completely inside her.
“Nick—” she whimpers, trembling beneath me, her own smaller orgasm milking me through the aftershocks. “So much… so much cum…”
I grind against her through the last devastating waves, pressing every drop as deep as it will go, claiming her in the most primitive way possible. When it finally ebbs, I collapse beside her, sweat-slick and breathing like I just ran through helland back. My cock is still twitching with residual spasms, our combined release dripping onto the sheets.
I kiss her slow and deep, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweetness that is purely Sadie.
Tomorrow the captains will talk. The family will shift. But tonight, right now, she is mine, marked, claimed, and perfect in every way.
Sadie
The clinic smells the same.
Bleach, latex gloves and soap, and the faint underlayer of coffee from the pot Priya keeps running in the break room from seven until close. I push through the staff entrance and the smell hits me like a wall, familiar and grounding, and I stand in the corridor for a moment with my bag over my shoulder and my ring on my finger and let it settle.
Four days since the warehouse. Four days since I sat in a concrete room counting drips and calculating the half-life of my insulin. The bruises on my wrists have faded from dark purple to a yellowish green that I can mostly cover with long sleeves.
Nick didn't want me to come in today. He made that clear over breakfast. He said the word "security" three times. He said "unnecessary risk." He said "Dmitri can drive you anywhere else you need to go."
I said, "I need to talk to Dr. Mehta, and I'm not doing it over the phone."
