Page 105 of Nemesis

“Octavia,” I hedge, leaning my forehead to hers. “I need to hear it.”

“I understand.” She punctuates the words with an experimental pump that has me flexing helplessly into her hand.

“But the only one you experiment with will be me.” My voice thins with the final threads of my snapping restraint. “Because once we do this, you’re mine. You don’t get to touch anyone else but me. Not Dmitri or any of the other heart-eyed fucks that track you through the compound, begging for a chance. I’m the only one who will have the privilege of being anywhere near this pretty pink pussy.”

Like she ever had any choice in the matter.

She looks up to my gaze, leaning in until her lips are brushing mine. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

I’ve never heard sweeter words in my life. I set her legs down just long enough to tug her pants down and lift her back into my arms. Her lips find mine, instantly opening to my searching tongue.

Before long, the length of my dick is pressed against her wet folds, grinding against her clit.

“Vasiliy,” she breathes, yanking my attention. I freeze.

“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” I ask softly.

“No. I just…this is my first time,” she whispers, face flushing.

“I know, baby. That’s okay, we’ll take it slow⁠—”

“I don’t want to be in charge,” she interrupts, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Of any of it, really. I’m a control freak. I’ll start overthinking, and wonder if I’m doing something wrong, and then…”

I cut off her nervous ramble with a soft kiss, framing her cheeks between my palms. “You don’t have to be in charge. I’ll take care of everything, okay? And there isn’t a single way you can do something wrong or that I won’t like.”

“But…”

“No buts,” I say sternly. “All you have to do is fucking exist, and I lose my mind. Just close your eyes and tell me when something feels good. And if something feels bad, tell me that too. I promise it won’t ruin anything.” I nuzzle her closer, breathing her in. “You trust me?”

“With my life,” she says.

The admission undoes me.

I dive into her mouth, distracting her with kisses as I roll my length over her wet heat. Then I line up at her entrance and push my tip in.

The pressure is instant and overwhelming. It’s all I can do to pant out my breath and force down the drive to slam into her.

She whines, arching for more.

When I finally feed myself halfway in, her breaths increase, panting into my neck.

“Doing okay?”

“Really tight.” I can feel her breath catching in her lungs. “I’m okay, though.”

Yeah. “Really tight” is a fucking understatement.

I stay completely still for a moment, raking through her sweaty hair with my fingers as she adjusts to the size of me.

Then, when her muscles relax a little bit more, I take her by surprise, thrusting balls deep in one smooth motion.

Fucking. Heaven.

She cries out at the new sensation, sucking me in so fucking good.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well,” I murmur, leaving soft, open kisses all over her cheeks. “Your cunt was made for me.”