Page 38 of The Enforcer's Vow


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His thumb rolls over the tip, spreading precum with a slow swipe that makes my mouth go dry. His eyes stay locked on mine as he steps closer.

“You going to lie there shaking,” he murmurs, “or are you going to let me fuck you now?”

I reach for him. “I’m not going to beg, Maksim.”

“You don’t have to,” he says, climbing over me. “You already look ruined.” His cock drags against the inside of my thigh as he settles between my legs. I shift to guide him in, but he grabs my wrist and pins it beside my head.

Maksim kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth as his hips press against mine. I can feel every hard inch of him, and the anticipation is agony. He draws back, leaving me breathless, and positions himself at my entrance. Then he pushes in slowly, forcing me to take his thickness one inch at a time. My breath catches. I grip his shoulders, but he keeps going until he’s fully seated, hips pressed flush to mine.

Slowly, Maksim starts to move, his hips rocking in a tantalizing rhythm that has my entire body tense with need. His hands leave my wrists and travel up my sides, along my collarbones, and then he cups my face in his hands. "Look at me," he whispers, and I do. His eyes are darker than the night sky outside our window, pinning me in place just as effectively as his cock does now.

This is possession, pure and unspoken, an unyielding force that needs no words. His dominance is communicated in every precise and deliberate thrust, in the unbroken intensity of his gaze locking with mine. He studies me intently, observing the way I yield to him—the flush that spreads across my chest, the quiver that travels down my thighs, the way my lips part in a breathless gasp as he delves deeper within me.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, ragged command that reverberates through the charged air. “I want to witness the exact moment you come.”

I clutch his shoulders, my breathing ragged and shallow, as his shaft slides through me with achingly slow, devastating strokes that push me relentlessly to the precipice of release.

“God, Maksim?—”

"Do you feel how deep I am?" His thumbs gently caress my cheeks, leaving a trail of warmth. "No one else will ever get this close to you." Each thrust is deliberate, a slow yet unwavering rhythm that elicits a soft whimper from my throat. He keeps me open beneath him, pinned down by the weight of his body and the intensity of his gaze that seems to pierce right through me. I attempt to move, to rock my hips in a quest for more, but his grip on my jaw tightens, holding me in place.

"Don't rush," he murmurs, his voice a commanding whisper. "You'll come when I say." The need within me claws desperately, a relentless ache building as I feel so incredibly full I can scarcely think. His length drags against every swollen nerve, igniting afire under my skin, yet he maintains control, dictating the pace with unyielding precision.

I dig my nails into his back, feeling the taut muscles ripple under my touch. “You’re torturing me,” I gasp, my voice laced with a mix of desperation and desire.

“I’m fucking you,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body. “The way you need. The way no one else can.” His words are possessive, a promise and a challenge all at once.

He shifts his angle, adjusting with precision, and thrusts deep again. My legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him closer. The pressure inside me builds like a storm gathering force, yet release remains just out of reach. I arch my back, meeting his powerful thrusts with an aching need that threatens to consume every part of me.

“You’re going to come slowly,” he tells me, his voice rough yet steady, a command and a caress. “You’re going to feel every second of it.” His words linger in the air, a tantalizing promise of pleasure that stretches time, making every moment, every sensation, exquisitely intense.

Maksim's thrustsbecome more urgent, his breathing ragged in my ear. His grip on my jaw tightens as he angles his hips, hitting a spot within me that ignites starbursts behind my eyelids. "That's it," he grunts, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, Zoya."

Words elude me entirely. My universe has condensed into just the man above me, the bed beneath me, and the way his presence fills me so completely it steals my breath away. A molten heat gathers low in my belly, spreading outwards with every powerful thrust, and I am acutely aware of how close I am—teetering on the brink—yet he skillfully prevents me from soaring over the precipice.

I tremble beneath him, my breath caught, snagged in my throat.

"You love this," he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper. "Being pinned beneath me, utterly consumed. My presence is the tether to your sanity."

A sound escapes me, raw and fractured, tearing from my throat. It's impossible to suppress.

He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispers, “Don’t hold it in. I want to hear you when you break.”

My thighs tremble around his waist, the muscles quivering with anticipation and tension. Each powerful thrust draws me in tighter, holding me precariously on the brink of release. He expertly keeps me there, hovering at the precipice, refusing to let me tumble over the edge. His fingers dance over my clit, moving in relentless, precise circles that send electric shocks through my body. His length remains deeply embedded, thick and unyielding, stretching me to capacity, filling me completely.

“Say it,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble. “Say who owns this pussy.”

"You do," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper as it escapes my lips, each word strained with effort. He drives in harder, pushing deeper, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath us echoes in the room. His hand, warm and firm, slides from my jaw to rest gently on my throat. He doesn't squeeze; he simply holds me steady, grounding me in the moment. "No one else," I pant, my voice hoarse and raw with unrestrained need. "Only you."

Maksim's grip on my neck tightens ever so slightly, enough to send a shiver cascading through my body—a thrilling mix of fear and desire that races down my spine like a bolt of electricity. His movements grow more urgent, each thrust more intense, as if he's teetering on the edge of control, his body taut with the effort of restraint. "Say it again," he demands, his voice a lowgrowl that reverberates through the air, filled with commanding intensity.

"Maksim," I moan, arching my back as he hits that spot inside me again. "Only you."

“This cock owns every inch of you.” He’s fucking me so hard I can see stars now, and my God, is it amazing.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, don’t stop!”

“You gonna come on it?”