Page 65 of Bound in Possession

"I want you, Camilla," he growls, his gray-blue eyes dark, blown-out, and blazing with pure possession. "Right now."

I don't say a word. I step back out of his grip, reaching behind my back towards my zipper. With one swift motion, I pull it down. The silk fabric glides off my shoulders, rustling softly as the dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but black lace.

Maksim’s eyes darken to absolute pitch. A primal rumble vibrates deep in his chest, and before I can even catch my breath, he is on me again.

He closes the distance instantly, his large hands gripping my hips to lift me cleanly off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, my back hitting the heavy wooden door with a solid thud as his mouth slams down on mine once more. His hands are everywhere—squeezing my thighs, tangling in my hair, pulling me as close as humanly possible, as if he’s trying to brand my skin with his own.

"You're going to be the death of me, princess," he murmurs against my throat, his lips trailing hot, heavy bites down the line of my neck while his fingers dig into the lace at my hip.

I tilt my head back, gasping as his touch ignites every nerve ending, my hands gripping his broad shoulders to hold on as he carries me across the room toward the bed, completely consumed by the fire between us.

He brings us down onto the mattress in a tangled rush of heat and desperate touch. He is in a hurry, his hands and mouth moving frantically over my skin—kissing my jaw, my collarbone, my ribs, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches.

Within seconds, he hooks his fingers into the lace of my bra and panties, peeling them away and tossing them blindly onto the floor.

He pushes up onto his knees, stepping back just enough to tear at his own clothes. His heavy silver belt buckle clinks loudly, his zipper rasps down, and he shoves his trousers and briefs off his hips. His cock springs free, thick, fully erect, and heavy with intent.

Before I can even take in the sight of him in, he settles his massive frame over me once more, his full weight pressing me deep into the soft mattress. The fiery, crown tip of his shaft aligns perfectly with my wet entrance.

He cups my cheek, slanting his mouth over mine in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

"You feel so good, Camilla," he groans against my lips, and with one heavy, fluid drive of his hips, he thrusts all the way inside me.

A gasp breaks from my lips, instantly swallowed by his mouth as he buries himself inside me to the hilt.

He sets a punishing, relentless pace—fucking me fast and hard, his hips snapping against mine with heavy, rhythmic force. Yet even amidst the raw power of his thrusts, his hands are impossibly gentle. One large hand cradles the back of my head, locking me to him, while the other traces tight, possessing circles against my hip.

"You're mine, Camilla," he whispers against my lips, his breath hot, heavy, and ragged. "Everything I do... every choice I make... it's all for you. I just want to make you happy, moya zvezda."

The warmth of his words hits me harder than the physical pleasure. Tears prick at the backs of my eyes, a lump forming in my throat. Why is he being so soft with me? The ruthless Bratva Pakhan is looking down at me with pure, unshielded adoration, undoing every defense I’ve ever built.

What does his words mean?

Do I dare to hope?

He shifts his weight down, trailing burning kisses over my throat, down the dip of my collarbone, down to my bare breast. He takes my nipple into his warm mouth, drawing it in with a slow, heavy suction while his thumb stroking my hip sends a sharp, electric shock straight to my core.

The coil in my lower belly snaps instantly.

A loud cry tears from my throat as a wave of intense, blinding orgasm crashes through me. My walls pulse, gripping him tightly as tremors rack my entire body.

Sensations shatter through Maksim at my release. He lets out a guttural roar against my skin, driving into me one last, deep time as his body goes rigid, pouring his own climax into me as we burn out together in the dark.

We lie tangled in the damp sheets, our chests heaving in unison as the frantic pounding of our hearts slowly begins to settle into a lazy, steady rhythm. His massive arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pinned against his warm, slick chest.

"Let’s go on a date," he says quietly, his deep voice vibrating through his ribcage against my cheek as we slowly come down from our high.

My eyes fly open. I pull back just enough to stare up at his profile in complete disbelief.

"Huh?"

Maksim tilts his head down, a dark eyebrow arching in amusement as he studies my bewildered face. "You don’t want to go out with me?"

"No—I mean, yes," I stumble over my words, still trying to process the shift from a heavily guarded lockdown to a casual date. "I'll go."

A low laugh rumbles in his chest. Before I can even react, he brings his palm down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap right over the curve of my bare butt.

"Ow!" I squeak, jumping in place and shooting him an indignant glare.