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“…Aren’t they? Why aren’t you saying anything, Uncle Kristian?”
I groan and throw the dildo aside. Fuck, I love it when she’s naked and calls me Uncle Kristian. It’s so sexy and messed up and cute. She’d better call me that when I’m buried to my limit inside of her.
“I’m bigger than your toy.” I push her onto her back once more and pull my black sweater up over my head, revealing streaks of blood on my chest. I undo my pants and push them down, along with my underwear, and drag my cock out, clenching myself in my fist. I’ve always been proud of my cock. Thick, veiny, and long.
I bite back a groan of relief that I’m no longer being strangled by my own clothing. My balls are aching for release.
She stares at me wide-eyed and whispers, “Holy shit.” Then she starts shaking her head and scooches back on the bed. “Uh-uh. No way. Keep that thing away from me. You’re amonster.”
I chuckle darkly. “Don’t worry, princess. The way you get wet? I’ll fit.”
I stroke myself up and down with a wicked smile on my face as I approach her. Grabbing her hand, I wrap her fingers around my girth. Her slender, pretty fingers on my thick, veiny member. I’ve never seen anything so delicious.
With bright pink cheeks and wide eyes, Zenya runs her fingers tentatively up and down my length. “You’re so hot and silky. I felt you that night in the warehouse, but I didn’t realize you were this…” She swallows hard. “Big.”
I run my fingers through her hair as pleasure races through me. “I need you, princess. I have to make you mine. I’ve waited so long, and I’m going out of my mind with wanting you.”
Zenya gazes up at me, shock dawning on her face. “Oh, God, we’re really going to do this. What if we ruin what we have together with sex?”
“Making you mine is not going to change anything except to make me even more insane about you.”
Desire swirls in her gaze, but so does fear. “If something happens to Dad, I can’t lose you too.”
“I swear on my life that I will never leave you.”
She shakes her head and panicked words start spilling out. “You can’t know that. You might be taken from me, too. I can find another lover or another husband. I won’t ever have another Uncle Kristian.”
Downstairs the front door closes, and my other nieces’ and nephews’ voices can be heard in the hall.
Zenya jumps and gasps, covering her nakedness with her arms as if someone’s already walked in on us. “There’s no lock on my door.”
We need to do something about that, but not right now. I glance at the en suite. “Is there a lock on that door?”
“Um, I…” The thoughts behind her eyes rush a thousand miles a minute.
I move closer to her mouth and whisper. “I need to wash all this blood off. I’m going insane for you, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready for me. All I crave is to be with you, always, so come and help me shower if you trust me to be alone in there with you.”
Zenya bites down on her lower lip and nods.
I stand up from the bed, help her off it, and lead her into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. Our private sanctuary away from the rest of the house and family for as long as we need it. If anyone comes in and sees our clothes crumpled up and tangled together we’ll be found out, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck about that when I’ve finally got my girl. To hell with any consequences. She’s all I care about.
I take Zenya in my arms and kiss her, reveling in the sensation of her naked body against mine. It’s exhilarating holding her like this at last, and pleasure bursts through me as I lead her to the shower and turn the hot water on.
She gets the loofah and the shower gel and starts to wash me, and the water runs red. The blood of her enemies being washed away by her own hands. This must be how a warrior feels when he returns from battle to meet his queen, and I’m filled with pride and lust.
Zenya rises up on her toes and kisses me. “If we were going to have sex, what would you do next?”
I turn Zenya around and tuck myself between her thighs, the head of me getting slippery at her entrance while my finger works her clit. I can’t stop kissing behind her ear, her throat, her collarbone. Every part of her is exquisite.
Zenya reaches behind us and runs her nails up the back of my neck, her breathing unsteady. “You’ve made me come so many times and you haven’t…”
“I’ll wait until you’re ready for me, princess,” I murmur, and she squeezes her thighs around my length.
“Could I have a little more please?” she asks.
She can have whatever the hell she wants. “Do you want to feel the head of me inside you? Just one inch deep. I won’t go farther.”
Tentatively, she nods. I grab her hands and put them on the glass wall and cover them with my own. With her back arched like this, it takes only a slight movement of my hips for the plush tip of my cock to slip inside her.
