“Telling jokes right now is rude,” she said.
“I wasn’t joking.”
“Then you’re worse than I thought.”
“I warned you.”
Her body softened around me by tiny degrees. Wet heat gripped me so tightly I had to hold still and keep my attention on her breath, her hands, and the fact that she’d said yes.
I pushed deeper.
Her mouth opened. No sound came.
“Pain?” I asked.
“A little.”
I stopped.
Her eyes opened, angry again. “I didn’t say stop.”
“You said pain.”
“I said a little. Don’t make me feel like I failed something.”
That nearly killed me.
I lowered my forehead to hers. “You could never fail this.”
Her grip changed on my shoulders.
“I hate how you say things,” she whispered.
“No, you don’t.”
She bit my lower lip.
A harsh sound tore out of me.
Her eyes flared.
I thrust the last inch home.
Nadia cried out, both arms locking around my neck. I held still, buried fully inside her, my cock surrounded by the tight, wet pulse of her virgin body taking me for the first time.
Mine roared through me again.
This time, I let some of it reach my mouth.
“My wife,” I said against her cheek. “My brave, furious Nadia. You feel what you do to me?”
Her breath broke. “Vadim.”
“No man in that room gets this. No man who bid. No man who looked. No one who thought money could make you soften for him.” I drew back slowly, then pushed in again, careful enough to feel her stretch, hard enough to make her nails score my back. “This is yours. You give it. I take it because you want me to.”
Her legs wrapped around my hips.
I lost another piece of myself.
