He allows my hands to go free, and I hold on to him as his thrusts become more aggressive, more primal, more claim-worthy.
Because in this moment, there's no doubt in my mind that that's exactly what he's doing, making me his.
"I want to feel you come on my cock," he growls, his thrusts deepening. "I want to feel you shatter under me. I want you to know exactly what it feels like to belong to me."
I dig my nails into his back as he lowers his head into my shoulder, driving harder and harder into me.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop what my body is about to do.
It's becoming too much, and I can't help myself as a scream tears from me with his name on my lips, the feelings unable to be contained.
Instantly, I feel tingling and that winding-up feeling. I'm getting closer and closer to the edge, and he's just pushing me along, one thrust at a time.
It's as if he knows exactly what my body wants. What it needs.
"I'm going to come," I say, breathless. "Fuck, I'm going to..." I can't even finish.
In an instant, everything slows, and I feel weightless. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, gravity doesn't seem to exist. It's as if we're floating off the bed.
My eyes fly open, seeing his tense, muscular body braced over me, and then everything speeds up, and I explode.
Waves of pleasure crash over me as my walls tighten around his cock, heightening the sensation.
I come for what feels like an eternity. A blissful forever that I never want to stop. Bright stars and my own heartbeat are all Isee and hear for a moment, and then my ragged breathing comes next.
It's an explosive release like nothing I've ever experienced. My legs shake, and my hands tremble, but Victor doesn't even slow down.
His breathing grows hard, and his motions turn more erratic and desperate.
I feel his cock swelling larger and larger, stretching me more.
I hold on to him, letting him have me, using my body as he sees fit to come.
It's like I'm holding on to a possessed animal. His cock feels so far inside me, it's as if he wants to split me open.
Then, in one deep thrust, he growls, and his hot seed spills deep into me, filling me with everything he has. It's so intense and erotic, and I swear I feel him come inside me, branding my insides.
His thrusts slow, and we both gasp for air.
"Holy fuck, Danika," he says, laughing. "That was amazing," he continues, collapsing onto me.
"Yeah..." I say, staring at the ceiling, unable to move.
I can't even think. My brain is too busy trying to process every pleasure nerve in my body, some I didn't even know I had.
The frantic energy fades into a heavy, quiet stillness. We lie tangled together in the sheets. Victor rolls over and pulls me against his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. His heartbeat is a steady thrum beneath my ear.
It’s crazy that I feel genuinely safe in his arms.
After a few moments, the adrenaline fades, leaving a deep exhaustion.
I close my eyes, just basking in the moment of having just been fucked better than I have in years. Or maybe ever.
But then my brain kicks back into gear, and reality creeps back in.
I just slept with the man I was supposed to outsmart. Maybe even kill.
I feel a profound sense of panic because, for the first time, my absolute, unquestioning loyalty to Ivan has just been compromised.
