Her legs wrap around my waist as she holds onto my shoulders, her lips close to my ear. “Your cock is so hard. Do you still think about that night?”
My arms tighten around her body. “Dorogaya,” I growl low in my throat. “Every fucking minute of the day.”
Her tight little body grinds against my raging erection. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admits, and I have a feeling that had she not been drugged I wouldn’t be hearing these words from her. “I’ve never felt so alive before. No one compares to you.”
Jealousy and rage whip through me like a tsunami.
“Lena,” I hiss. “You don’t talk about the other men that you’ve been with. Ever.”
Her laughter is husky and my cock twitches at the sound. “You’ve ruined me,” she says, raising her head to look at me as I enter the house. “No one will ever compare to you.”
I smirk. Good, now it’s time to ensure that she’ll not go anywhere else. “Then, malenkaya, it’s a good thing you’re mine.”
Our lips touch, hungry, frenzied, and passionate. She’s given into everything she wants and there’s no holding her back. This woman has me completely enthralled and there’s no way I’m letting her go.
I walk up the stairs with her in my arms, our mouths fused together, I want nothing more than to strip her clothes from her and fuck her right here, but first, I want to taste her.
The moment we hit my bedroom, I set her on her feet. “Strip, malenkaya,” I command and she does without question. “Horoshaya malenkaya.”
Her eyes light up at my praise.
“Lie down,” I instruct. “Legs open, it’s time to eat.”
Her breaths deepen but she does as I ask and climbs onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass—something else that I’ll be claiming as mine as soon as I knock her up. She turns to me, her gaze solely on me as she opens her legs for me.
I strip out of my clothes, my cock’s already leaking pre-cum. I take a hold of it and give it a few strokes, Lena whimpering at my actions. “What do you want, malenkaya?”
“Eat me,” she breathes.
I drop to my knees, see her pussy glistening and I know that when I run my finger through her folds I’ll find her wet. Just the way I like her.
I’m right, she’s fucking soaked. She’s whining, grinding her pussy against my finger, wanting more. Her sweet scent hits me and I need to taste her. Nothing tastes as good as her. The moment my tongue touches her pussy, she’s arching off the bed, her back bowed as she moans deep in her throat. I feast on her, unable to believe just how exquisite she tastes. I’m fucking addicted. I’d die a happy man if I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I spot the puckered scar on her side. “What happened?”
She hesitates before answering me. “I know you know who I am. You also must have heard the story of what happened. Our family was betrayed, I was captured, beaten, as the Croats tried to extract information—I was shot as I escaped.” The blasé way that she speaks annoys me, but I also know that it’s a coping mechanism.
Today, I’ll leave the conversation. When I know that she’s ready, we’ll bring it up again. “Nikolai,” she gasps when I push my finger inside of her. Her pussy walls are contracting around it and I doubt there will ever be a time I don’t want her.
“I’ve got you, malenkaya,” I promise her. I pull her pussy to my mouth and pleasure her with my mouth and fingers, worshiping her, showing her just how much I want her.
She’s grinding against me, her body tight, she’s close to the edge. “Oooh,” she cries as I add another finger inside of her. Needing her to come, needing her to be ready for when she takes me. “Nikolai,” she cries as her pussy convulses around my fingers, I release her clit and get to my feet, I need to fuck her.
I tower over her as I climb onto the bed. I position my cock at the entrance to her pussy and push into her. Her hands clawing at my arms as I bury myself to the hilt. Fuck yes. The overwhelming sense of home hits me. This is where I belong.
“Harder,” she pleads.
I’m not one to let her down, I pull out before pistoning back inside. My thrusts are brutal but Lena fucking loves it; her mewling only encourages me to see how much pain she can take. My hands are on her hips, tilting them, giving me better access.
“Ahhh,” she cries as I hit the entrance of her cervix. Fuck, the snug feeling of being inside her is almost more than I can bear. I grit my teeth as I withdraw and slam back inside.
“Nikolai—“ she cries in pain.
“Kanchay dlya menya, moya malenkaya shlyushka,” I urge her knowing that it’s not going to take much more for me to spill inside of her.
I continue to pound forcefully into her pussy, she’s clawing at me, crying out each time I breach her cervix. My balls tighten and I know that I’m close to the edge.
“Come, Lena,” I demand.