I arch into him, reaching back to grab his hair. “Always.”
“Always,” he repeats. There’s an emotion in his voice I can’t quite identify.
He pushes the tip of his cock against my slit, rubbing it through the folds. My wetness coats the head, easing his passage, and the thick length of his cock begins to fill me up.
I gasp at the sensation.Fuck.The stretch is almost unbearable.
And I fucking love it. The impossible girth, the pressure—all of it.
He slides out slowly, then thrusts in again, deeper this time.
I’m already close. My legs are trembling, my hands grasping for purchase on the desk. Yulian’s hand is firm on the back of my neck, pinning me in place, while the other is reaching around between my body and the desk, seeking my clit.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“Yulian,” I whine, too far gone for dignity. “I wanna see you.”
“Only if you have an answer for me.”
“Yes.”
Within seconds, he’s flipped me onto my back. His gaze is burning as he slides back into me with a single thrust.
“‘Yes’ what?” he demands.
“You—ah!—you know what.”
“Say it.” He starts fucking me in earnest, hard and fast. “Say you’ll be my wife.”
“Ahh—”
“Say you’ll marry me.”
“I—I…!”
“Say you’ll be mine.”
And it’s too much.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife, I’ll—ahh?—!”
He thrusts into me again, the tip of his cock brushing up against that spot that makes my vision white out. Over and over, he hits it, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Say it again.”
“Yes.”
“Again.”
“Yes!” I scream. “I’ll be yours!”
He traps my mouth into a violent, filthy kiss. I can feel my orgasm tightening in my core, can feel his cock slamming into me, filling me with his release.Claimingme.
“Mine,” he snarls.
“Yours,” I breathe. “Only yours.”
‘Til death do us part.
