Page 43 of Bound in Possession

Slowly, deliberately, he pushes in another inch, his jaw clenching as he forces himself to maintain an agonizingly gentle pace. He uses his hands to anchor my hips, guiding me as he slowly slides the rest of his length inside, burying himself completely into my heat until our bodies crash together.

He holds himself completely buried inside me for a long, agonizing beat, letting the fullness settle into my bones. Then, with a low growl, he begins to pull back—just a fraction—before sliding slowly, deeply back in.

He keeps the pace agonizingly slow. It is a steady, deliberate torture designed to protect me, his massive body trembling with the sheer effort of holding back his own restraint. Every slow thrust stretches me, the initial sting fading completely into a thick, pulsing wave of heat that radiates straight to my core.

"That's it, princess," he murmurs against my throat, his voice a dark, gravelly purr as he slides in again. "Just take it. Let your body stretch for me."

But the slowness is driving me insane. The ache has completely transformed into a desperate, hollow hunger that his gentle pace isn't satisfying. My hands slide from his shoulders to his hair, my fingers tangling deep into the dark strands as I arch my hips up to meet him, trying to force him deeper, faster. A broken, frustrated moan escapes my lips.

"Maksim, please," I pant, my heels digging into the mattress as I pull at him. "Don't... stop doing it so slow. Give me more."

Maksim freezes, his muscles locking like iron. He pushes up on his hands, hovering over me, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticks violently in his cheek. His eyes flare with a dangerous, predatory light.

"I am trying to be gentle with you, Camilla," he snaps, his voice low, warning, and thick with restrained menace. "Do not test my patience right now. I can go fast another time. Let your body adjust."

Even through the thick haze of pleasure, my stubborn pride flares right back to life at his commanding tone. I look straight into his dark eyes, a breathless, mocking scoff escaping my lips.

"So this is it?" I challenge, my voice trembling but laced with deliberate provocation. "After all the ways you bragged about? After everything you promised... this is all the great Pakhan can do?"

Something in Maksim snaps completely.

The thin thread of his control breaks. His eyes go entirely black, and a low, lethal sound rumbles from the depths of his chest.

"You little brat," he growls, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly dirty, possessive register.

Before I can even process the change, his hands lock violently around my knees, pinning my legs back toward my shoulders. He drives forward with a sudden, ruthless force, burying his entire length inside me with a heavy, crashing momentum that knocks the air completely out of my lungs.

A loud, shattered gasp rips from my throat, but he doesn't give me a second to breathe. He takes me roughly, possessively, his rhythm turning into a punishing, relentless assault that rocks the entire bed. The gentleness is gone, replaced by the raw, untamed power of the man who rules the city.

“Maksim!”

"You want it rough, princess? You want to see what I can do?" he pants heavily, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he drives into me over and over, each thrust deeper than the last. "You're getting stretched out by my cock now. Look at how you're taking every fucking inch of me. You're screaming my name while I break you in."

The sheer friction of his body against mine sends a violent, blinding wave of pleasure straight to my brain. His words are utterly filthy, a constant, low stream of praise and dominance breathed against my heated skin as he claims me completely.

"You're my wife now, Camilla," he growls, his hips slamming hard against mine, marking me in the dark. "My tight, beautiful little bride. I own every piece of this. You belong to the Sokolov name now, and I am going to take you until you can't even remember your father's house."

I lose all cohesion, my hands clawing blindly at the sheets, my head tossing back against the pillows as he drives me ruthlessly toward the edge of the cliff once more.

The pounding rhythm of his hips is relentless, a heavy, unyielding friction that drives me further and further past my breaking point. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my entire world narrowed down to the bruising weight of his body and the white-hot sensation radiating from where we are joined. The overwhelming intensity of it finally breaks through my defenses, and a low sob escapes my throat, tears of sheer, helpless pleasure spilling over my temples.

"Maksim... Maksim, please, I'm coming," I cry out, my hips jerking upward against his as the first warning tremors of an explosive release ripple through my abdomen. "I'm⁠—"

"No," he growls, his voice a commanding, dark snap that echoes in the quiet room.

Before the peak can take me, Maksim abruptly pulls almost entirely out, stopping his momentum completely. He leaves only the blunt tip of his length teasing my entrance, deliberately stalling the climax right at the precipice.

A choked, desperate wail rips from my lungs at the sudden, agonizing loss of friction. I writhe beneath him, my fingers clawing at his chest, trying to pull his weight back down, but he holds himself rigid as iron, completely ignoring my struggles. He is edging me, keeping me suspended over a terrifying drop, the tension inside my body tight enough to snap.

"Please," I sob openly now, the tears blinding me as my chest heaves. "Maksim, please, let me."

"You don't get to come until I tell you to, princess," he murmurs, his breathing heavy and ragged against my ear. His thumb brushes a tear from my cheek, his touch possessive but unmoving. "You want to run your mouth and test my patience? Now you wait. If you want it so badly, you beg for the right to cum."

"I beg you," I gasp out quickly, completely stripped of my pride, entirely consumed by the desperate, throbbing ache between my thighs. "Please, Maksim. Please, let me come. I beg you."

A dark, satisfied rumble vibrates in his chest as he looks down at my undone state. He positions his hips, burying himself deeply inside me once more with a slow, deliberate thrust that draws a shattered whimper from my lips.

"Good girl," he growls, his jaw clenching as he begins to move again, his pace turning fast and punishingly deep. "Here's how we're going to play this, Camilla. I'm going to count to three. You better make sure you hit the edge on the third count, because if you don't, I'm going to lock you in this position and make you beg for another hour. Understand me?"