Page 36 of Pakhan's Forbidden Bride

He starts to move, teasing me with drawn-out, deep thrusts. Our breathing syncs as he rocks into me and fucks me. Hard. Slow. And then harder again.

“I… Oh my God, I'm so close,” I warn brokenly, grinding back against him to match his rhythm.

“You’re so fucking sexy. So beautiful,milaya,” he growls into my ear, kissing my neck, my shoulders, everywhere his mouth can reach. “You're perfect, Anya.”

I moan in response.

“Your pussy is so sweet. I could fuck you all night,” he says, thrusting faster and harder. My nails press into the wall, but I don't mind. I just want to let go of the ache building inside of me. Or maybe hold on to it.

He slows the pace, running his hands tenderly down my arm, deliberately drawing out the moment. And suddenly, he pulls out almost all the way out, then slams back into me in one deep thrust. I press my hand to my mouth to muffle the scream that rises in my throat, my body shaking uncontrollably as my orgasm crashes over me.

Alexei is not far behind. He lets out a guttural growl, his powerful body tensing behind me even as his arm comes around me to hold me steady.

“Ya tebya lyublyu, moya zayka,” he murmurs fervently into my hair.

“I love you, too…” I say, leaning back into him with a contented smile. “...moy muzh.”

~The End