Page 42 of Bound in Possession

The violent tremors of the release gradually subside, leaving me entirely limp against the mattress, my chest heaving as I fight to pull air back into my lungs. Every inch of my skin feels hyper-sensitive, humming with the residual electricity of the climax. I look up through half-lidded eyes, my vision blurred by a thin veil of tears, only to find Maksim already shifting his massive weight over me.

He doesn't give me a single second to recover. His eyes are completely dark, as his hands slide up from my hips, pinning my wrists flat against the mattress on either side of my head. The raw, possessive heat of his body presses down against mine, the coarse fabric of his trousers a stark contrast to my bare skin.

"Look at me, Camilla," he commands, his voice a rough, gravelly rumble that sends a fresh shiver straight down my spine.

I force my gaze to meet his, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. The sheer intensity in his stare is terrifying, but it makes the desperate, coiling heat between my thighs flare right back to life.

"No more waiting," he growls softly, his jaw clenching as he positions himself between my thighs.

He looks down at me, his expression softening just a fraction, though the dark hunger in his eyes remains entirely unbroken. His hand slides up to cup my face, his thumb smoothing over my flushed cheeks.

"I know you’ve never done this before, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my lips.

I frown, a sudden wave of confusion cutting through the haze of my arousal. I stare up at him, wondering how on earth he knows that. I’ve never told him anything about my sex life, and I’ve certainly never given him a reason to think that.

But before I can open my mouth to ask, he continues, his gaze locking onto mine with absolute seriousness.

"Do you trust me, Camilla?"

The question catches in my throat. He is a dangerous man, a Bratva boss who dragged me into his world by force. Yet, looking up into his honest, fiercely protective eyes, the answer is already written in my heart.

"Yes," I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it.

He nods, a look of grim satisfaction and tenderness crossing his features. "It’s going to hurt a bit at first," he promises, his thumb stroking my jawline. "But I promise it’ll pass quickly, and I’m going to do all I can to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much. Just stay with me."

I nod, feeling a fierce, hot blush creep up my cheeks at his raw honesty. He places a quick, reassuring kiss on my lips, then reaches blindly into the bedside drawer. A sharp, distinct crinkle echoes in the quiet bedroom, and I look up to see him holding a condom.

“I’m on birth control,” slips out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

The words hang in the air, and my embarrassment grows exponentially as Maksim just stops, freezing in place to stare down at me, his dark brows drawing together.

Desperate to clear the sudden, awkward silence, the explanation tumbles out of me in a hurried rush. “I used to have really painful periods so my doctor put me on it a while ago. I am—I'm safe and I⁠—”

He doesn't let me finish. He stops my rambling words with a deep, slow kiss that completely steals the breath from my lungs.

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes darker than before, heavy with a thick, protective heat. He tosses the unopened wrapper back onto the nightstand, his focus returning entirely to me.

"Good to know, princess," he growls softly against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. He shifts his weight, his large, calloused hands sliding down under my thighs, gently parting my legs wider and lifting my hips just enough to angle me perfectly beneath him.

The contrast between his sheer size and my vulnerability is striking, but there is no cruelty in his grip now. His touch is firm, deliberate, and remarkably gentle.

He presses the broad, blunt head of his length against my entrance, testing the slick heat he left behind. A low, appreciative rumble vibrates in his chest as he feels how wet I am for him.

"Look at me, Camilla," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I force my eyes open, blinking through a haze of anticipation. "Take a deep breath for me. You're so tight, so incredibly beautiful. Just relax."

I try to inhale, my fingers digging hard into the muscles of his shoulders as he begins to push forward.

The first inch of his entry is a sudden, sharp stretch that makes my entire body go rigid. A soft, fractured gasp escapes my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as the sting of the barrier tearing flashes through my lower belly.

"Hey, look at me. Open your eyes, princess," Maksim coos, his voice dropping into a low, comforting purr that anchors me. He stops moving instantly, holding himself perfectly still inside me, letting my body adjust to the invasion. He leans down, peppering soft, sweet kisses along my jawline, my eyelids, and the corner of my mouth. "That's it. Breathe through it. You're taking all of me so well."

"Maksim..." I whimper, a tear slipping down my temple from the intense mixture of ache and fullness.

"I know, baby. I know it hurts," he rasps, his words an intoxicating contrast to the absolute gentleness of his movements. "But you feel so fucking perfect. Your tight little body is clamping down on me so beautifully. You were made for me, Camilla. Just let it happen."

He waits, his breathing heavy against my neck, until the initial sharp sting begins to dull, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that slowly spirals back into that wicked, coiling heat. My hips give a tiny, involuntary twitch, wordlessly asking for more.

A dark, knowing smirk touches his lips as he feels the shift in my posture. "There you go," he growls softly.