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"Ya tvoya"→ "I'm yours"
"Moya devochka"→ "My girl"
"Krasivaya"→ "Beautiful"
"Nikogda ne otpushchu"→ "I'll never let you go"
I’m a virgin one minute.
I’m his the next.
Rarely in this life do we get to feel one chapter end and a new one begin so definitively. But in this case, it really is that simple.
The pain is still there, but as the seconds pass and Lukas stays seated inside me, giving me time to adjust, something new starts to rise up to join it.
Arightness.
The good girl is gone. I’m not sure I want her back.
Not when Lukas looks at the bad girl likethis.
He releases my face to thread his fingers through mine and plaster our joined hands to the mattress on either side of my head. “You’re bleeding on my cock,” he tells me. “Do you know how fucking beautiful that is? How perfect you are?”
He rocks backward and forward experimentally and I gasp.
“That’s it. Yes. Yes.” His forehead drops to mine. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
He begins to move in shallow thrusts, letting my body adjust, whispering praise and filth in alternating waves. How tight I am. How brave. How I’m taking him so well. How he’s ruining me for every other man who will ever exist, and how beautiful it is to witness.
The pain keeps fading and the pleasure keeps growing. When I’m finally bold enough to arch up beneath him for more, he gives a dark laugh of satisfaction.
“My good girl,” he growls. “My perfect girl. Tell me how it feels.”
I can barely form words, but I manage to gasp out, “Full. So full. I can feel youeverywhere.”
His answering groan is pure masculine satisfaction. “Good.” His hips drive deeper. “Now, tell me who you belong to.”
I want to answer, but for some reason, I hesitate. I wish I knew why, but I don’t.
But the hesitation costs me, because it makes Lukas stop. He withdraws almost completely and hovers there, just the tip of him still inside me.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me who owns this body now.”
The emptiness is unbearable. I’m clenching around nothing, longing for him to fill me again. In the end, I was always going to crumble.
“You. I belong to you, Lukas.”
With a satisfied smirk, he slams back inside me so hard that the bed frame wheezes in protest. I cry out, but he kisses it away. It’s dizzying, the whiplash between brutal and gentle. I’m drowning in both, unsure which I want more.
He releases one of my hands to slide between our bodies. His fingers find where we’re joined, slick with blood and arousal, and my hips jerk involuntarily.
“I’m going to make you cum on my cock,” he vows. “You need to see just how much you’re capable of.”
He starts stroking again. He adjusts the angle of his hips with each thrust, searching, experimenting, and when he finds the speed and depth that makes me stutter, his smile is feral.
“There we go.”
I start to get scared of what awaits me. Lukas is sliding in and out of me, splitting me open again and again. My thighs are screaming with how wide they’re spread for him. It’s all so new and overwhelming that my mind doesn’t know where to focus.
