Page 69 of The Pakhan’s Heir

“You’re soaking wet, baby,” I moan into her chest. “Lift up for me.”

With shaky legs, she lifts herself up and hovers over my dick. I slide it over her pussy, then back toward her tight little asshole. Her eyebrows lift with worry and I say, “Trust me, Nona.”

She nods slightly, then I press the head into her as she slides slowly down. “Oh… my… fuck,” she moans, her voice high and shaking.

I take it slow, fucking her ass in long strokes as she leans into me, murmuring curses as her nails dig into me. As tight as her pussy is, her ass is like a vice grip on me. It’s all I can do not to come too soon.

I thrust hard, holding her ass cheeks open as she rides me. We’re kissing again and suddenly, I can taste her tears.

“Don’t stop,” she moans. “It’s so fucking good, oh, my God…”

I have to stop as I wrap my arms around her and lay her down on the couch. I lift her legs up on my shoulders and continue fucking her ass. Her toes curl as her back arches and she comes. I keep thrusting hard into her as she weeps, crying my name over and over.

And then I come. I utter a beastly moan that doesn’t sound anything like me. It’s rough and raw as I fall on top of her, my body jerking involuntarily.

I’ve never come this hard. Not in all my years. The bottoms of my feet go numb and a cold sweat breaks over my body. I feel her kisses on my neck, moving up to my mouth, and we kiss. I whisper into her breath, “I fucking love you, Nona.”

To my surprise, she whispers back, “I love you, my king.”

25

NONA

Last night was a whirlwind of sorts. One minute, I’m about to completely come apart after trying to explain my whole pregnancy deal and the next, I’m in his arms. And then the next, we’re making love in the parlor, then after, we’re taking a bath together, and then…

Sex with Alex has always felt like a marathon. We both have insatiable appetites. This time, however, I couldn’t even imagine it ending. I lost track of space and time and all I wanted was to be in his arms, to feel his breath on my skin and my fingers running through his hair.

And now as my eyes open, the sunlight coming in through the curtains, I’m more content than I’ve ever been in my life. His warm breath caresses the back of my neck, one arm is draped over my hips. The comforter is half on and half off our bodies, but the chill of morning doesn’t touch me. I’m warm and toasty with my body pressed against his.

He stirs and I feel his lips pressing against my skin as he pulls me closer.

“Good morning,” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning,” I whisper back.

His hips press against my ass and his cock stirs. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. He brushes some of my hair over my ear and says, “The sunlight makes your hair look like fire… and your skin like embers in ash.”

I smile. “You’re a poet, now?”

“I’ve always been a poet,” he says. “I just haven’t had a reason to recite anything in some time.” He kisses my neck again. “No one’s moved me this way in years.”

I turn around and face him, looking into his sleepy eyes. “I move you?”

He nods, his hand absently caressing my hair. “That’s no small feat, you know. I’m a king in this life. I move for no one.”

I’m speechless. I think this might be the first time I’ve ever felt bigger than I ever was. I’ve spent so much of my life shrinking in the shadow of my father…

My father. I can’t believe that he ever loved me. Not anymore. My child is probably the size of a grape and I can’t imagine ever making the decision to murder it for my own political gain.

I lift my mouth to his and kiss him. He reciprocates as I press myself to him, feeling his cock grow even harder against my thigh.

He smiles against my lips and says, “I have to meet with Kostya and the others today.”

“Can’t it wait?”

I bite his lip and he growls lustily. “You’re making this very hard.”

I snicker. “I know. I can feel it against my leg.”