Page 78 of Lust and Honor

After staring into his eyes for a long, heavy moment, I whisper, “I’m yours. I want to be yours.”

One corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He leans in to kiss me, but I stop him with a soft murmur.

“But you’re mine too. I won’t share you with anyone.”

He nips my lip, not gently, and lets out a masculine groan at my gasp. “Good girl.”

Just to make it clear, I warn him, “If you ever cheat on me, I’ll leave you. You’ll lose me and your daughter.”

He glares and growls through clenched teeth, “Don’t ever threaten me, Ava. It’ll backfire. Only death can tear us apart.”

He slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me like I weigh nothing, then sets me on the bed. He unbuttons my pants, pulling them down along with my panties. Slowly, deliberately, he grazes his teeth and tongue over every inch of skin on his way down—biting, then licking. The pain he inflicts is thrilling, igniting a new craving in me. I want this pain. I want more.

When he’s stripped my pants off, I sit up and undo his jeans impatiently. He strokes my hair, letting me do as I please. I tug his jeans and boxers down together, staring at his masculine length—thick, long, thick veins running along it. I glide my hand gently down the smooth skin, circling my finger over the velvety tip.

Maxim’s grip on my hair tightens, his body rocking slightly. I don’t know what I’m doing, just following instinct. I kiss the tip, then take him into my mouth.

“Watch your teeth,” he groans.

I focus, wrapping my lips around him, trying to take more of him each time. Maxim throws his head back, groaning, and my core pulses in response. He takes my hand, guiding it to the small sacs beneath, showing me how to please him. I want to be a good student. I follow his lead, cupping and caressing him as I suck him, matching the movements he guides me through.

Then, suddenly, he pulls back. I wipe my mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He kicks off his jeans, answering, “Yeah. You were about to make me come, but I want to come inside your pussy.”

God, the way he talks about my body drives me wild. I lie back as he climbs onto the bed. The narrow bed creaks under his weight. His body looms over mine as he kisses my breasts, moving lower until I grab his shoulder and pull him back up.

His gaze is questioning, intense.

“I want your cock in my pussy.”

He takes a deep breath, burying his face in my neck, his hand sliding up and down my slit. He spreads my thighs, settling between them, and teases his hard length against me. I’m dying to have him.

Holding my gaze, he brings his hand to his mouth, spitting a thick glob into his palm. He slicks his cock with it, then leans over me. He presses the tip against my entrance and pushes. A jolt shoots through me, but it’s not painful.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I obey his command, locking eyes with him. His cock claims me from below, while his intense gaze owns me from above. With another push, he breaches my entrance, pressing against my tight walls. There’s no pleasure yet, just a burning sting. He inches deeper, stretching me open with his thick length.

It burns, climbing higher. My knees bend against the sheets, and a pained moan escapes my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch the bedding. He pauses halfway, rubs my clit, then sinks his teeth into my neck and murmurs, “Relax for me.”

His touch and the heat of his breath work their magic. My muscles finally loosen for him. This time, he skips the slow buildup and thrusts all the way in with savage force. I scream, digging my nails into his arm. His lips part as he watches my face twist in pain. He kisses the tear sliding down my cheek, then captures my mouth with his.

Bracing his other hand on the bed, he slowly pulls out, lips still moving against mine. It feels like he’s dragging part of me with him, only to slam back in. My whimpers are swallowed by our kiss. For a moment, his weight crushes me, stealing my breath. Then he pushes up on his forearms and resumes pounding into me, hard and merciless.

Now pain, pleasure, and heat blur into one storm, pulling me under. Every time he thrusts, I tighten around him, aching to take more. Every time he pulls out, I almost pray he won’t return.

My body surrenders to the exquisite tug-of-war between lust and pain. My breasts bounce wildly under each thrust. It’s not just me, his old bed scrapes against the wall, loud and rhythmic. Suddenly, he hits a spot that sends shockwaves through my entire body. Over and over, he drives into it, building a pressure low and deep, ready to burst.

I start shaking. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, swelling slightly. His thrusts grow more brutal, dizzying me. He leans down, shifting his weight, slamming into me faster and harder. His guttural, deep groans push me to the edge.

And when I feel the flood of his release, hot and deep inside me, I let go. A cry rips from my throat as my climax crashes through me in a sobbing wave.

Maxim rolls to his side, pulling me against him, his cock still buried in me. He kisses me, long, deep, and possessive. I throw a leg over his thigh and slide an arm under him. We stay locked like that, kissing fiercely, tangled in sweat and heat.

Finally, he slips out of me, and I shudder from the emptiness, one large hand sliding slowly up my bare back, tracing my spine while both of us struggle to catch our breath.