“Ivan.” I kiss his chin, his cheek. “Please. Don’t be gentle.”
He moans.
I whisper, “Mark me. Make me yours.”
His lids slip lower as his jaw tightens. A split second of hesitation, then his control snaps.
He fists my hair, pulling harshly as he drives into me.
“Mine. All fucking mine.” He grumbles, nipping my neck again, my shoulder.
It hurts.
It feels amazing.
It’s perfect.
And terrifying.
In this moment, I realize how true his statement is. I am his. And it’s been the one thing I’ve been so scared of admitting for the past year. Not only that I could belong to him, but that I want it.
All of it. All of him.
He fucks me harder, deeper, each thrust wild and unruly, yet controlled and perfect. Just like him.
His teeth drag along my shoulder; his fist tightens in my hair.
I dig my fingertips into his back, dragging my nails down to his ass.
“Fuck, baby, yes.” He kisses me. “You’re perfect. Such a perfect girl.”
His words flicker across my soul, driving me closer to an edge I need to fall over.
My nails bite into his skin. He balances on one hand, while moving the other from my hair to cup my ass. He claws a handful of my ass, squeezing while pumping in and out of me. The tenderness from the spanking reignites.
Everything aches and sings and hums at the same time. My lungs burn. My vision blurs at the edges.
He hammers into me over and over again, harder and deeper, pulling me closer to him with each animalistic thrust of his hips.
Tension ripples through me. I’m a firecracker on the cusp of explosion.
“Such a beautiful girl,” he whispers into my ear, licking just beneath it. “Such a perfect, beautiful girl. And you’re all mine.”
He drives harder, lining up our eyes. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, because it’s right, and it’s hot, and it’s going to break me. But at this moment, the only thing that matters is him, and me, and this.
Triumph breaks through his voice. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
Oh hell, I’m going to die if he keeps talking this way.
He twists his hips as he thrusts, squeezing my ass even tighter as he fills me. He wets his lips just before commanding, “Do as you’re told.”
I’m lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as my climax barrels through me like storm surging past a dam. Every muscle tenses. My back arches as a scream claws its way out. Unable and unwilling to silence myself, I call out his name as the waves of my release rip through me.
He slows his thrusts, dropping to both elbows and kisses me soundly. “You make pretty sounds when you come.”
I’m barely able to breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me for a hard kiss.
