Page 52 of Savage Pakhan

It’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.

“Mia.”

“Alek, please.”

I steal her lips in a quick, passionate kiss where our tongues meet for a split second and I pull away. “I won’t drive into you. I’m going to go slow.”

“I don’t want slow.” So defiant.

I like that.

With the slightest amount of pressure, I place my hand around her throat as if it’s a necklace decorating her beautiful body. “You’ll take what I give you, Da? It will hurt at first. Let me take care of you. Do you trust me?”

Her glassy eyes can barely seem to focus on me, but she manages to nod, her fingers lazily caressing my spine.

“Words, Lyubimaya. I need your words.”

“Yes,” she replies. “I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”

I’ll never take that for granted.

“Eyes on me.” I reach between us, circling her clit to take her mind off the pain she’s about to feel. “That’s my good girl. You listen to well.” I drive in a little more, inch by inch, and fuck, she’s so tight.

She squeezing her eyes shut, her nail digging into my shoulders until the skin breaks. I don’t mind if she draws blood at all. The more she makes me bleed, the better.

I want her marks on me. I want to be able to look into the mirror and see her claims.

“You’re doing such a good job taking me.” My mouth parts open on a silent moan, an entity of some sort restricting my throat to stop me from breathing when I inch even further.

She whimpers from the intrusion, the stretch, and depth.

I hit her barrier, the one final thing keeping me from making her mine. After this, I’ll be able to slide home anytime she wants.

“Look at me, beautiful.” I’m struggling to catch my breath, moving her hair out of her face, and brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know it hurts.” I kiss her salty droplets away, wishing I could be the way to take her pain.

She isn’t sobbing. It’s quiet tears, the kind pain creates.

“I have you, Lyubimaya.”

“What does that mean?” She asks again through a watery voice.

I smile, brushing my knuckles across her pink cheek. “My Beloved,” I simply state. “You’ve been that to me for a very long time. We can stop. Just say the word.”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m okay. I want this. I want you.”

I slide my hand down her arm and settle my palm against hers, intertwining our fingers. “Eyes on me. Look at me. Good job. Just like that.” I push forward as easily as I can to spare her any more pain.

I groan so loud, I can’t tell it apart from the thunder.

Mia cries out, clawing her nails into my back, leaving deep red scratch marks by the way it burns.

I’m trembling, doing my best to stay still instead of slide out and back in. She needs a moment to get used to me. A tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I hate how much she hurts. I lean down and lick it away, kissing the side of her cheek, then press a gentle peck to her lips.

“You did so good, Mia. I’m so proud of you. I know it’s a lot, but the worst is over now. You tell me when you’re okay. We aren’t in a hurry.” I need to take her mind off it.

I swoop down, taking her lips in a long slow, passionate kiss. One hand is gripping the base of her jaw while the other slides down her body, my fingers toying with her clit.

It’s so hard not to move. All I want to do is drive in so deep, she has to tilt her head back on the pillow and take a sharp inhale. I want to invade every nerve-ending she has so every part of her is on fire for me.