Page 58 of Savage Pakhan

“I can’t believe my eyes. I love how my cock looks driving in and out of you. I wish you could see what I do. Actually—” He slips from me, and I cry out in protest, missing how full I felt. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m not going far.”

He’s right. He grabs something from the nightstand before he’s back behind me. This time, he inches into me slow and steady.

“Da, just like that. Fuck,” he moans at the same time I do as he fills me.

I can’t even comprehend how good he feels. He’s deeper than he was last night in this position. I claw at the bed, grasping at something anything to keep myself on the bed because I feel like I’m about to have an out of body experience.

His chest is on my back again and his mouth is against my cheek. He lifts my head up, forcing me to stare at his phone.

“Watch. Watch how good you take me. Watch how fucking perfect fit.” He nibbles on my earlobe, slowly gliding his cock in and out of me. “Do you see how fucking hard I am for you?”

I watch in a drugged haze. Drugged with lust and pleasure. The video plays on a loop. It’s only a few seconds long but watching him fuck me has me become wetter. It’s like we’re creating on our filthy movie, and I never want to take my eyes off the screen, yet at the same time, I have the real experience, the reality right behind me nine inches deep.

My eyes water from how full I am. It’s nearly too much. I can see why. The base of his cock is wide, the vein protruding from the bottom, and disappearing inside me with the rest of him.

I don’t know how I’m taking him, but I know I refuse not to.

“Oh god, Alek.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, the intensity building in my lower abdomen. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Stop? Never. There won’t be a day where I’m not inside you.” He bites the shell of my ear. “I’m going to have you dripping with my come every fucking second, so you always feel me, so there’s no question you belong to.”

He quickens his pace, shoving the video in my face. “Can you blame me for being addicted to your body when I crave it from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed? Those fucking dimples at the base of your back drive me fucking insane.” His hand reaches between us, and he traces the dimples while flexing his hips, then his finger drifts up the divot of my spine.

“I’m enamored with every line that makes you.” He bends down and nibbles on the the curve of my shoulder. “And every line I will love.” The phone falls from his hands, and I watch it tumble off the bed, clattering onto the floor.

He pushes up and pins me to the bed by the back of my neck, his hand a tight necklace to keep me in my place. Our skin slaps together with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Alek groans, pressing his forehead against my head. His whines and whimpers against me, filling me with love and want, something I have also craved.

I love how vocal he is. It soothes Ivan’s voice in the back of my head that says, “No one will ever want you. You’re stuck with me. And I don’t even know if I want you. You’re nothing but a means to an end. Nothing but a contract. A womb to give me an heir.”

I heard a variation of those words over the years and there’s nothing that been able to heal that wound.

Until Alek.

“I fucking love you,” Alek growls, his touch gliding from my neck, down my shoulder, arm, then intertwines our fingers together as he presses deeper into me. “I can never get enough of you. You’re everything. I’ll protect you until my last breath.”

Love blooms through my entire body, and somehow, I manage to flip onto my back, his cock sliding out of me in the process. Wrapping an arm around his neck, I tug him down, needing him close.

“I love you too, Alek. I’ve always loved you,” I whisper against his lips, the bridge of our noses pressed together. “Kiss me. I need to feel all of you.”

A deep guttural growl filled with a slew of Russian words slide across my lips before I feel his against me.

Nothing has ever felt better.

He lowers his body onto me, my breasts smashing against his chest, pushing his tongue against mine. We stay just like that, exploring each other’s mouths, his hands on my body, his cock driving into me.

My thighs tremble. My lungs scream for air, and I break away from the kiss, craning my head back and over the edge of the bed. Alek kisses down my throat, tracing the edge of my collarbone with his tongue.

The mattress squeaks. The bedframe slams against the wall. Every hard thrust, the entire bed inches across the floor.

“You’re so fucking wet. Jesus, Mia. Fuck, what you do to me. Oh, fuck,” he groans, somehow finding the strength to slam into me harder.

That’s all I need.

I slap my palms against his chest and dig my nails into his skin until the flesh breaks. I know it has to hurt. I don’t know how to control myself. Not yet. If he wants me to stop marking him, he will have to tell me directly because every time he makes me come, I have to latch onto him.

“Alek. Alek!” I shout his name in warning, my orgasm building to a new level that I didn’t experience last night.