Before she can even get a word out, before she can gasp for air, I guide myself to her mouth and push back in, taking over the rhythm entirely. I’m deep, I’m relentless, and I’m past the point of being gentle.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, the words jagged and raw as I watch her eyes widen, her hands reaching up to clutch at my forearms. “I’m so fucking sorry,moya dusha…but I can’t help it. I need you. I need this.”
I drive into the heat of her mouth with a desperate, heavy pace, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break through. I’m a man drowning, and she’s the only thing keeping me alive.
The pressure in my gut hits the point of no return. I can feel the frantic, heavy throb of my pulse in my throat as I drive deep one last time.
I pour into her, a hot, staggering release that leaves my vision swimming in white. She holds steady, her throat working with desperate, rhythmic gulps as she tries to keep her promise. But there is too much of me—the sheer force of it is more than she can handle. A thin, pearly trail of my cum escapes, dripping slowly down the corner of her mouth and over the curve of her chin.
I pull back, my breath coming in wrecked, shaking hitches. I don’t give her a second to look away. I reach out, my fingers trembling slightly as I catch the stray drops from her chin, gathering the heat of my release onto my fingertips.
“Open,” I command, my voice a dark, possessive rasp.
She obeys instantly, her eyes wide and dark as she parts her lips. I press my fingers into her mouth, sliding the slick heat back onto her tongue. “I told you. Don’t let a single drop go to waste. Swallow.”
I watch her throat move as she gulps it down, her eyes never leaving mine. The level of her devotion, the way she takes every part of me without hesitation, makes my chest tighten with an ache that isn’t just lust.
“You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers, my hands framing her face. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with you in my head like this every second of the day.”
Raelyn doesn’t look intimidated. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk pulls at her lips—the look of a woman who knows exactly how much power she holds over the man the rest of the world fears. She reaches up, her hands sliding into my hair, and pulls my head back down.
“Then stop talking,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice a sharp, commanding heat. “And fuck me, husband.”
I let out a low, dangerous laugh that’s half-growl, my hands tightening on her hips until my knuckles turn white. The sheer audacity of her—the way she’s looking up at me with that playful, mocking heat—makes my head spin.
“You were a virgin just days ago, Raelyn,” I say, my voice vibrating with a warning I know I’m about to break. “Don’t tempt me to lose what little sanity I have left. I’m trying to be careful with you, and you’re acting like a woman who wants to be ruined.”
She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she scoffs, a soft, challenging sound that echoes in the quiet of the room. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the hard line of my jaw before digging into the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer until our lips are a hair’s breadth apart.
“Is that your excuse, Konstantin?” she whispers, her eyes flashing with a wicked brilliance. “That I’m too fragile? Because I don’t feel fragile. I feel like I’m starving, and you’re the only thing that can fix it. So stop making excuses and give me what I’m asking for.”
The “husband” she called me seconds ago is still ringing in my ears, a tether that binds me to her in a way no contract ever could. If she wants the monster, if she wants the man who doesn’t know how to be gentle, she’s found him.
I don’t say another word. I grab her thighs and hook them over my waist, positioning myself at her entrance. I linger there for a fraction of a second, watching the way her pupils dilate, before I drive home in one deep, unrelenting surge.
The sound that rips from my throat is nothing human. As I bury myself inside her, the sensation of her heat—slick, tight, and welcoming—shatters the last of my resolve. I don’t moveslowly. I can’t. The “husband” she demanded is gone, replaced by a man driven by a hunger so deep it borders on pain.
I catch her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head, and begin to move with a punishing, relentless intensity. Each thrust is deep and heavy, the force of our bodies colliding echoing through the room. I’m not just making love to her; I’m reclaiming her, anchoring myself so deep in her soul that she’ll never be able to find her way out.
“You asked for this,” I growl, my voice a wrecked rasp as I watch her head fall back, her hair lashing against the pillows. “You wanted the truth? This is the truth. I’m obsessed with you. I’m drowning in you.”
Raelyn’s response is a broken, high-pitched cry that fuels the fire. She isn’t just taking it; she’s meeting me, her hips rising to find mine, her body arching into every impact. The wildness I glimpsed earlier has taken over completely. She looks like a beautiful, chaotic storm beneath me, her eyes glazed and her lips parted as she gasps for air I’m stealing from her.
I lose track of the rhythm, lose track of the world outside this bed. There is only the friction, the sweat slicking our skin, and the way she calls my name—not like a prayer, but like a lifeline. I drive into her harder, faster, my muscles screaming under the strain of my own desperation.
The innocence she held days ago is a memory, burned away by the friction of our skin. In its place is a woman who owns me just as much as I own her. I can feel the pressure building, a tidal wave about to break, and I know that when I go over the edge this time, I’m taking every part of her with me.
I can feel the tremors starting deep in Raelyn’s core, her internal muscles beginning to clamp down on me in frantic, rhythmic pulses that signal the end of her endurance.
I drive into her one last time, deeper than I thought possible, and the world simply ceases to be.
As I shatter, my body going rigid and my heart feeling like it’s literally tearing out of my chest, the truth I’ve been burying for long finally erupts. It’s not a whisper; it’s a raw, guttural confession that bleeds out of me alongside my release.
“I fucking love you, Raelyn!” I roar, the words jagged and desperate as I bury my face in the hollow of her neck. “More than anything. More than my life. I’ll burn for you…I’ll burn the whole world down just to keep you.”
The honesty of it is a physical blow. Underneath me, Raelyn lets out a sob that isn’t about pain; it’s the sound of a heart finally being seen. She clings to me, her fingernails scoring tracks down my back as she arches into the peak of her own climax.
“I love you,” she cries out, her voice breaking as she weeps in the heat of the moment. “I love you so much, Konstantin. Always.”