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“Fuck…” he rasped, voice ragged with need. “Don’t—don’t stop touching me.”

His storm-lashed gray eyes locked onto mine, fierce with craving. Stas shifted his weight, a slow, roll of his hips that made every nerve in me ignite. His pace was relentless, nauseatingly deliberate as he explored this new angle, testing my limits while keeping absolute command. I fought the urge to slam into him, to seize control and set the tempo.

This was his hunt, and I was ready to be the prey.

“How does it feel, Yuriy?” he whispered, breath hot and ragged against my skin.

A harsh laugh tore from my throat. “You’ve found my kryptonite. The way you bury me inside you. God, Stas, you’re breathtaking like this. You were made to service my dick.”

“I want more,” he growled, clamping one hand around my throat, tangling the other in my hair and yanking my head back. “Why can’t I get enough of you? Why do I crave you even though you’re like a sickness?”

He tightened his fingers, cutting off my air.

“Why do I always want more?” he continued, voice low and feral.

I arched my hips up in answer, a single, deep thrust that split the air between us.

A strangled cry tore from his chest.

“I’ve got the only cure you’ll ever need,” I said, my voice thick with promise.

His grip on my throat burned like fire, eyes smoldering. “I should kill you for making me want you this badly.” His words rumbled like thunder. “Why does choking you while I ride you turn me on so damn much?”

“Then do it,” I panted, raw desire winding tight in my chest. “Squeeze harder. Take everything from me.”

He squeezed. Slower. Harder. Each heartbeat a drumroll of tension.

Then he swung his ass down, savage and unrelenting, each grind stealing my breath, driving me to the edge of madness.

“Fuck…” I groaned, claws sinking into his hips. “Stas—Jesus⁠—”

He rode me faster, harder, as a man possessed, each thrust spiking our shared frenzy. “Yuriy—” he gasped, voice cracking.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Tell me I’m your slut. Talk to me the way you usually do.”

Fuck.

A jolt of electricity coursed through my body, sparking at the base of my spine. “That’s it, baby.” I dragged in a raggedy breath, my fingers sinking deeper into his skin. “Show me what a needy slut you are. Come on.” Slap. Slap. My palms connected with his cheeks. “Bounce that tight pussy up and down my dick.”

Stas took my words like a command, squeezing his insides around me with a violent tremor as his ass danced against me, arching and spinning in a sensual song.

“You’re so deep inside me, Yuriy... I can feel you every fucking where.”

God, how did he manage to torment and please me simultaneously? I was fraying at the ends, my self-control just one single plunge away from snapping.

Stas leaned forward, and I craned my neck, seeking his lips, which found mine without hesitation. He was grinding against me, tongue sweeping inside my mouth, searching for the metal in mine and moaning in satisfaction when he found it. My hands gripping his cheeks, I sped up his movements, pulling and pushing him down on my cock as I canted my hips.

Stas tore his lips away from mine and buried his face into my shoulder with a whimper. “Does my cunt feel good, Yuriy?” He whispered against my ear, a question laced with crude intimacy. “Tell me it’s the best pussy you’ve ever had.”

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. “The absolute best, baby.”

“Now swear to me, Yuriy. Swear it’s the only pussy you’ll fuck from now on.”

My mouth went so dry I couldn’t answer him. The words got stuck in my throat, not used to making such promises to anyone. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was Stanislav, the man I’d sparred with for a decade. The man who was my equal in every way yet submitted like this to me in bed.

His teeth latched onto the soft flesh of my neck, and he bit me hard. The pain spread in tingles around my body all the way down to my toes.