“I told you; he’s just a friend.” I sighed, watching his cock drag slowly in and out of me despite his tense grip on my hip telling me he was holding back.
His cock curved when he thrust a little deeper, and I gasped, pleasure pairing with the stinging burn.
Milan dropped onto his forearms and pressed kiss after kiss to my cheek, my ears, my temples, driving a little deeper each time I relaxed into the warm hold he enveloped me in.
“I am capable of many terrible things when Ifeel,Sicily,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. “But I am not capable of giving you pain without pleasure, no matter how much pain would amend the emotions you have instilled within me.” Hepulled his lips flush with mine, giving me some of his weight to ground me to him, to the couch, tous.“You are always safe with me even when I feel as violent as I did today. You say stop and I will, no matter how lost I am.”
“I know.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him closer.
He buried his head in my neck, nuzzling into the warm space there, as he began to pick up a steady rhythm, one that rolled the tip of him into the most sensitive spot inside of me. It was like sugar and spice, like fire and ice, like the sting of pain and the warm slick of pleasure together in one pulse between my legs.
“Good girl,” he praised, and his words sent an unexpected jolt of heat to my core. “My girl. My wife. Mine.”
I moaned loudly in his ear as he picked up the pace.
The sound of his body colliding with mine was enough to dangle me from the edge almost instantly, but when he bowed his head to kiss me, I breathed in his scent. He smelled of a deep, dark, addictively harsh cologne, but he also smelled ofme,and that almost forced me to come on its own.
“You smell like my shampoo,” I teased, barely making out the words as he continued his assault. “It’s expensive.”
“Money is not the problem,” he grunted. “You are.”
My breath caught. “W-what?”
“I must use your shampoo otherwise I do not smell you nearly enough in my direct vicinity and it causes my chest to hurt. I must ensure that I swap our pillows routinely each night otherwise I cannot sleep without your scent surrounding me. I must keep my clothes in the same closet as yours because when you dress there, you spray your perfume too many times and it soaks mine and I cannot function without being reminded of you throughout the day. I must not tell you about who I am in case I cannot have you any longer.”
My pussy was screaming, clamping around his cock like a vise, but my heart was losing just as much control.
“I’m—”
“You are a problem, but you are one I do not wish to solve.Ever.”
I had never heard the sound that left his lips, it was strained and somewhere between a plea and a moan, but it sent me crashing into a place that was pure pleasure, purelyhim.
“Yes,” he whimpered like he hadn’t just been bleeding and choking and the devil himself. “Come on my cock.Please.Let me have you.”
My back bowed as I came in unrelenting waves and forced my tears to leak from my eyes. I knew it wasn’t possible to die of coming too hard, but when it didn’t stop, I decided I would be okay if I died in Milan’s arms like this.
I forgot, in that moment, that I’d ever belonged to a world that hadn’t wanted me because I was falling into a space that was simplyhim.
Hewanted me despite not being capable of want.
Milan might’ve been king, but he ruled a world being created forme,and that held a place more powerful than any queen.
“Fuck!” he swore as I flopped lifeless in his arms, and his thrusts became jagged and out of control. “Are you on birth control?”
I nodded limply, and if I’d had anything left to give, that word on his tongue would’ve sent me over the edge again, but he stilled, groaning as he filled me with his warmth, his cock twitching and rolling and emptying everything he had.
The sight of him utterly undone was one that my brain frantically sketched into every crevice of my memory.
Milan lowered himself on top of me gently, panting, still holding onto some of his weight. He didn’t pull out, not yet, like we couldn’t be separated, like we didn’twantto be.
It was so quiet. So still. The air in the room had to adjust to the disruption we’d caused, but the world beyond it melted away, leaving us in a warm, sex-scented bubble.
Milan cradled me as I threaded my fingers through his ruffled locks of hair. He trailed small kisses from behind my ear to my throat, softening into the complete opposite of the man he’d just been.
I felt small in his arms, small but untouchable, and I wanted him to stay like that,Icould’ve stayed like that, but he pulled out of me too soon, and I winced at the loss of him, the slight twinge of soreness, and then at the blood.
“Oh my god!”
