I gasp from the sudden, sensual pain.
"I'm not going to come in your mouth," he says.
And suddenly, in an effortless surge of strength, he flips me back over, pinning me firmly on my back. He takes my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand, his body heavy, and I feel the tip of his cock against my entrance.
"I'm going to come inside you, my Russian princess," he continues, his voice dark and commanding.
Victor shifts, grabbing himself to position his tip right at my entrance. "Ready?" he asks.
I nod.
"I thought you'd never ask,” I say and bite my bottom lip.
He pushes into me, and I gasp.
The stretch comes on suddenly and strongly. I instantly free my hands from his grip and plant them flat against his chest, breathing through it.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Mmm." I nod. "Just getting used to you."
He slows, grinding shallowly at first until my body relaxes and I can take more of him.
My hands go limp on his chest, my body not so tight now, and he takes that as a sign and pushes in deeper. I take a sharp inhale, then relax, the burning stretch turning into an intoxicating feeling.
"There you go," he says, kissing me. "Fuck, you feel so amazing. Jesus," he says, looking down and then back up. "You feel like you were meant for me."
I close my eyes, feeling him fill me, stretch me in ways I've never experienced before.
Victor notices. He stops.
"Look at me, Danika," he commands.
My eyes snap open. I meet his dark, burning gaze.
All my life, I've fought. I've guarded myself. I've pushed people away to survive.
But as Victor claims me, I realize I don't want to fight his hold. I want to yield to him.
"That's a good girl. Look at me while I fuck you," Victor says, picking up his pace.
He starts going harder, faster, and I wrap my legs around him, finally loose enough to take all of him, and pull him in deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, baby, you're taking me so well," he says, reaching up and wrapping his hand around my throat.
He kisses me, his tongue swirling in my mouth as his cock fills me.
I feel so vulnerable with one hand binding my wrists and the other around my throat. I have to fight my instincts for a second to remind myself that I'm not in danger. At least, not physically. Victor isn't breaking me; he's dismantling me exactly the way I want to be dismantled. The way every woman does.
Fucked senseless.
My body starts to tense up. Everything begins to become sensitive and almost numb at the same time. Electricity dances across my skin where his fingers and lips touch me.
My cheeks and body feel like they're on fire, our heat mingling together as I take every inch of him.
Part of me wants to get on top, lead things, and ride him until I come, but it just feels too good to be under him, almost like it's where I belong.
The pleasure is building too fast, and it forces me to completely let go.
