Page 66 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

He thrusts deeper, faster, groaning with effort. “Come for me,” he urges, teeth grazing my shoulder. The pressure snaps inside me and I come hard, crying out groaning with the intensity as he keeps driving into me through my orgasm. Every jolt and twitch is incredible, better than the last one, and I claw at his sides trying to keep it going.

When his movements get erratic, he mumbles, “Fuck, I’m—” but his words cut off as he buries himself fully, body tensing. He spills inside me in hot pulses, shuddering against my body as we ride out the final waves together, locked tightly in each other’s arms.

When Rashid has caught his breath he pulls back, but he tugs me against his chest and kisses my forehead gently. I'm still panting from exertion and now so drowsy I could fall asleep in his arms happily for the first time.

"You know," he says, pressing a kiss to my sweaty temple. His lips are tender, and I’m starting to let my guard down. The endorphins are making things happen in my head and in my heart that I don’t necessarily consent to.

"Mmmm," I mewl, so relaxed next to him. I can't remember a time I've felt safe with him until now. I could get used to this.

"You were right to be scared of me then." His words surprise me. I open my eyes to look into his and see the storm there. "But now the rest of the world will need to fear me, Emory. Because no one is ever going to touch you, your son, or anyone you care about ever again. You’re mine."

The way he's so possessive is attractive, and like the last time I felt this way, it's comforting.

"Good night, Mr. Krasnov," I murmur, turning away from him. He pulls me against his chest and I'm sleeping within minutes, dreaming of ways to make this all make sense in my head.

22

RASHID

I awake with Emory in my arms and the scent of sex still clinging to her skin. Last night was incredible, and I already want more. Just the feel of her naked body next to mine compels me to indulge. I pull her closer and let my hand slide over her breast, across her hip and down to her mound where when I touch, she moans in her sleep.

I press my fingers between her soft folds, stroking her slowly and feeling her body respond with fresh moisture. She shifts slightly against me, still mostly asleep, but her hips give a small instinctive push toward my hand. So I lean in closer, brushing the shell of her ear with my lips as I speak in a quiet gravelly voice. “Wake up,milaya. I’m already rock hard and I need to fuck you again right now.”

Emory’s eyes flutter open gradually, her gaze still hazy with sleep. She lets out a quiet whimper as my fingers continue to explore her, sliding up and down her slick slit before focusing on her clit. “Oh God…” she murmurs, her voice thick and soft. "Rashid..." She grins at me, which is a welcome sight. She's not pushing me away.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her neck, pressing my dick firmly against her ass. “I woke up needing this tight pussy. You were lying here naked and it made me ache. Feel how hard I am for you?” I slide two fingers inside her, pumping them while my thumb keeps circling her clit. “You’re getting so wet already. Your body knows it belongs to my cock in the morning.” I grin against her shoulder as I bite the flesh there, and her smile shifts as her mouth hangs open.

She pushes back against my hand, breathing deeper, and I keep my mouth close to her ear, letting the dirty words flow. “I’m not going to wait. I’m going to slide into you just like this, spooned up tight, and fuck you until you come around me. Then I’m filling you up.”

I withdraw my fingers and grip my throbbing dick, rubbing the swollen head up and down her entrance to coat it with her arousal. With one smooth, controlled thrust I sink deep inside her heat. Her walls stretch around me, gripping every inch as I bury myself to the hilt. I groan against her shoulder at the intense sensation and begin to move, starting with long, deep strokes that let me savor the way she envelops me.

“Fuck, you feel even better in the morning,” I murmur, my hand returning to her hip to hold her steady as I thrust. “So warm and slick. Last night I couldn’t get enough, and I can't believe I get this again so soon." Something changed between us last night, and I'm not sure why, other than perhaps Oleg's daring confession that he hoped I'd take this woman as my own.

She seemed stunned by that, and she clung to me. And now that I've claimed her, I plan to take what I want whenever I want it. I'm pleased that she's not pushing back.

Emory moans softly, pressing her back against my chest to meet my movements. I increase my pace gradually, driving into her with more force, while my free hand reaches around to rub her clit. “You like waking up with my dick stretching you open? Tell me how deep it feels.”

“So deep,” she breathes, trembling with pleasure. There's a tremor in her voice too, almost whimpering. She may not have planned this, but she wants it, and she's enjoying it.

“Yeah? Good. I want you to feel all of me.” I adjust the angle slightly and thrust harder, pounding into her with every stroke. Sweat begins to form between our bodies as the rhythm builds. I keep talking to her because it seems to get her worked up. “This pussy's mine now. I’m gonna fuck you until your legs shake, then pump you full.”

Her moans grow louder and more frequent as I maintain the steady, powerful pace. I keep my fingers working her clit, feeling her walls flutter and tighten around my length with every thrust. The sensation is addictive, drawing me deeper into the moment as I lose myself in her body.

Emory’s body starts to tremble. Her breathing becomes ragged and uneven, and I can almost feel the tension poised in her core. She's ready to snap. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel this pussy pulsing around my dick. Let go.”

Her entire body tenses suddenly. She groans loudly as her orgasm crashes through her, her inner walls contracting in strong, rhythmic waves that grip me. I groan at the intense sensation and keep thrusting through her climax, drawing it out as long as possible while her body shudders in my arms.

The tight, pulsing heat of her orgasm pushes me rapidly toward my own edge. My thrusts turn faster and more erratic, chasing release. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I growl against her skin, burying myself as deep as possible inside her and release, spilling in hot pulses. Pleasure surges through me in intense waves as I empty myself completely, holding her body flush against mine until every last tremor fades.

When she relaxes and her head slumps against the pillow, I pull out and bite the back of her shoulder again. "I'm going to shower. We can have breakfast if you want."

Emory lies on the bed like she's half drunk as I slip out and shower quickly. When I come back, the bed is empty and her clothing is gone.

When I get down to the kitchen, Emory has Lex in a high chair, and the boy is smearing oatmeal across the tray with both fists. She looks up at me and gestures to the chair across from her where a cup of coffee is already waiting, which means she asked Marta to set it out for me. It feels strangely domestic of her after she's been fighting me for so long.

"He likes the oatmeal," she says, spooning more onto the tray even though most of the first serving is on his hands and his chin and the front of his shirt. "He's been jabbering. I think he said 'mama." She beams at me while I lift an eyebrow in skepticism.

If this is how children eat, I'm not sure I'm equipped for this. "He's covered in food." I try to hide my disgust, but it must come across on my face. Emory rolls her eyes.