He flipped me onto my back, sweat slick between us.
“No Malaya, not yet. I’m going to keep fucking you until you forget why you were mad.”
Still cuffed, he hooked both arms under my thighs and lifted my ass clean off the floor, dragging me up toward his mouth. I braced myself on my forearms, suspended, exposed, gasping—then his mouth was on me, hot and ruthless.
He started lapping up my release, groaning against me like it tasted better than air. I gasped, arching off the floor as he devoured me like a man starved. The cuffs clinked faintly with every shift of his weight, his arms flexing as he held me wide open with nothing but his mouth and desperation.
He fucked me with his tongue—deep, wet strokes that had my hips jerking, thighs trembling. He moaned into me, the vibration sending shocks through my core, and I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again—Maksym—”
His lips locked over me and sucked hard, trapping me in wet heat—then his tongue assumed control, circling slowly and deliberately, making every second stretch into eternity. I twisted beneath him, crying out as the pressure built fast. My hands clawed at the floor, back arched, legs spread as far as they’d go, as he pushed me right to the edge with nothing but his mouth.
I cried out, gasping his name, as my pussy clenched around his tongue, flooding his mouth, dripping down his chin. The pleasure bordered on pain, unbearable and perfect, leaving me sobbing and shaking in its wake while he groaned against me, refusing to let go.
I was still breathing hard, thighs trembling, nerves frayed with aftershock. My lip was caught between my teeth, still dazed from the last orgasm, when he gently set me back on the floor, then spread my legs open again and buried himself inside me with a deep, hungry thrust.
I gasped. The intrusion was too much—too soon—and yet, my body welcomed it like a drug I couldn’t quit. I was raw, overstimulated to the edge of madness, but the second he filledme again, the ache spiked into hunger. My walls clenched around him instinctively, greedy for the stretch, the weight, the fullness.
Every thrust sent fire through my veins—pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony, my body no longer able to separate the two. I wanted to consume him. To lock him inside me until we both dissolved into nothing.
He leaned down, cradled my head in his hands, and carefully maneuvered the cuffs beneath my neck so they wouldn’t bite too deep. Then he lowered himself fully onto me—chest crushing chest, breaths tangling between our open mouths, his heat seeping into every inch of my skin. I clawed at his back, nails carving deep red trails down his spine. He hissed through gritted teeth, muscles jumping under my fingertips. My vision fractured, sparks exploding behind my eyelids as overstimulation shoved me over the edge again.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, breath jagged and hot.
“I love you,” he panted. “I fucking love you.”
Another thrust—harder, deeper, relentless. “I love you,” he repeated, voice cracking.
“Always. Even if you hate me. Even if you run from me forever.”
His mouth crashed into mine—hot, sloppy, desperate. We kissed like drowning people, like oxygen was optional as long as we had each other.
“I love you too.” I gasped between moans.
His lips trailed down my jaw. “Be mine, Kira” he growled. “Be mine.”
More kissing. Raw, clumsy, and so fucking wet. Tongues colliding, stroking, devouring each other.
“I never stopped being yours,” I breathed, the words breaking out of me. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” he gritted.
I kissed him again, biting his lower lip. “I—I’m so close,” I moaned, voice cracking.
His forehead pressed to mine. “Come with me,” he growled. “Now. With me.”
“I love you,” I sobbed. “Maksym—I love you—”
“God, Kira—fuck—”
And then it hit.
I came hard, shaking, clawing at his back as my body spasmed beneath him. My vision blew out in white as I convulsed around him.
He groaned—deep and raw—and came with me, burying himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spilled inside me. Nothing felt more euphoric than the way he lost control with me—the heat of him against my body, his breath breaking as he came.
His lips devoured mine as we both came undone, tongues tangling, breath ragged between kisses. I moaned into his mouth as he pulsed inside me, and he groaned again, swallowing the sound like he needed it to live.
