“Yes,” I gasped.
“Then take it,kotyonok.”
He moved again, hips rolling beneath mine, and I lost whatever restraint I had left. I rode him with everything in me. Anger, desire, grief. Letting it all burn between us.
I kissed him like I hated myself for it.
He kissed me like his life depended on it.
Because I didn’t want mercy.
I wanted him.
All of him.
His hands gripped my hips like I was going to vanish. Like he didn’t think the second was going to pass.
Each thrust was hard, deep, claiming every inch of my soul. The type of rhythm that hurt and blessed all at once.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t get my head clear.
All I could do was hold on to his shoulders, my fingers buried in his skin as he slammed into me over and over.
“Say it,” he snarled against my neck. “Say who you belong to.”
I did not want to give him the power. I wanted to deny him the satisfaction of knowing I was now his.
But then he moved, shifted his hips, and rammed into me faster and deeper until stars exploded behind my eyes.
“You—” I said through ragged breathss. “I’m…yours.”
“Say it louder.”
“You,” I choked out. “I belong to you.”
His groan was sin itself. Raw, rough, unfiltered.
One hand slipped between us, his thumb finding that sensitive spot between my legs.
Pleasure flooded through me so fast I almost snapped.
My body stiffened, all muscles contracting—and then I was falling.
My release slammed into me like a tidal wave, destroying my spine and ripping a sob from my chest.
“Matvey—”
He let out a primal groan, his grip closing down tighter as he thrusted into me again.
Once. Twice.
Then he lay still with his jaw clenched, arms wrapped around me as he spilled into me with a low, broken moan against my neck.
His body trembled against mine, and everything went still.
Just our breathing. Our hearts. The aftermath of what we’d just done.
