Page 59 of Devil’s Reign

“I’m looking at the best view.” The only view that matters.

I close the distance between us and color rushes into her cheeks, a soft blush that deepens into a pretty shade of red that makes my cock stir. I now know that blush extends all the way down to the tops of her delicious tits. The memory makes my mouth water.

A sudden bolt splits the sky, bright enough to bleach the air white for a half-second. As it fades, deep rumbling thunder rolls in, carried on a freezing gust of wind. Melani shivers. “We should go inside.”

Instead, I step into her space and spin her around so she’s facing the railing and the glittering city below. My chest settles against her back, her spine fitting perfectly against me, and I lower my face to the curve of her neck.

“Cold?” I mutter against her skin. “I’ll warm you.”

I grip the railing on one side and wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against me until she can feel my hardening cock. She mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath but leans into me anyway, letting her head fall back onto my shoulder, giving me more, and I take it, breathing her in, biting down until she gasps.

“Vanya!” she laughs, squirming when I wedge my knee between her legs and nudge them apart. “We’re outside. Anyone could see us.”

“Shhh.” I grind against her ass, already straining in my pants. “The storm drove everyone inside. No one sees you but me. No one ever will,” I promise, moving the hand on the railing to palm her beautiful tit while the other slips beneath the hem of her dress. I could kiss her for making access so easy by wearing what I left out for her.

I squeeze through the thin fabric, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it stiffens under my touch. She jerks when I tug at it, her back arching into me. My other hand gathers her dress and pushes it up her thighs until I have her bare to the elements.

When my fingers find her, a groan rips from my chest, and my cock throbs painfully at the feel of her already wet for me. I slide through her folds slowly at first, teasing, applying just enough pressure to make her hips chase my hand.

She tries to stifle the sound building in her throat, but when I press harder, circling her clit, a whimper escapes.

“Fuck… that’s it,” I growl against her neck, sucking hard until I know I’ll leave a mark. “Let me hear you.”

My finger slides inside her, and I savor the way her walls grip me, drawing me deeper. I curl it slowly, pumping once, twice, before adding another. She writhes against me as I stretch her, my thumb still working her clit in steady, relentless circles. She starts to lose control, moaning my name over and over, her voice getting progressively louder.

I feel her tightening, her whole body trembling against mine, but I keep pushing, curling, rubbing, driving her higher while ignoring my straining cock leaking in my pants. I don’t let up on her until she’s unraveling in my arms. She breaks hard, screaming my name into the gathering storm as her head falls back to my shoulder. The sound tears through me just as another jagged lightning bolt splits the sky, chased by deep, violent thunder that rattles my bones.

Her cunt clamps down on my fingers, wet and pulsing, and the sensation steals the air from my lungs. Feeling her come undone on my hand is almost more than I can bear.

For one charged moment, the air crackles with so much electricity I swear I might actually get electrocuted. Then the sky opens. Rain crashes down in a sudden, brutal sheet, soaking my shirt in seconds. But my entire focus remains locked on her. On us. This moment.

I step back just long enough to wrench my belt open. My zipper follows, and I drag my aching cock out, groaning at the relief. Without wasting another second, I grip her hip, line myself up at her entrance, then drive into her in one sharp thrust.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the heat of her closes around me, burning through the icy rain. I bury myself to the hilt, my chest heaving against her back.

Lightning explodes across the sky, and I move with it, pounding into her as relentlessly as the rain is falling, my hips slamming against her ass.

She cries out with every thrust, her voice raw and broken, mixing with the storm’s fury. I grab her breast again, rougher this time, fingers digging possessively, thumb rubbing over her nipple through the soaked fabric of her dress. With my other hand, I lock onto her hip, dragging her back into me, making her take all of me.

The elevator suddenly chimes, and she goes rigid, panic flashing through her body. But I don’t stop. I can’t. Baring my teeth, I roar over the rain towards the elevator in dark Russian, “Get lost if you don’t want to lose your fucking eyes!”

The elevator doors slide shut, taking with them whoever it was, and just like that, we’re alone again. Melani melts back against me, her cunt clenching around my cock so tightly I see stars.

“Look at me,” I snarl in her ear, biting her lobe as my pace turns punishing. “You feel what you do to me? You hear yourself? You’re mine.” I should stop all this possessive talk. It’s starting to get to me even when we’re not fucking, working its way into my thoughts during meetings, in the car, every goddamn moment of the day. But I can’t help it. Every fiber of my being comes alive and screams mine whenever she’s near.

She claws at my forearm, her cries climbing higher, sharper, more desperate. She’s coming apart again, her cunt gripping me like a vise, milking me. Her scream rips free, louder than the thunder rolling overhead.

“That’s it, Milani,” I growl as I slam deep one final time, groaning her name against her wet skin as I explode inside her, pulsing until there’s nothing left inside me.

Rain continues to hammer down on us, and the thunder keeps rolling. But inside the chaos, I feel nothing but profound, impossible peace. I hold her crushed against me, my cock still buried inside her, my mouth pressed to her rain-soaked hair as I breathe her in like air itself.

I’ll never let her go.

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IVAN

We fumble with our clothes and stumble towards the elevator, both of us soaked to the bone. Her hair is plastered to her face, her dress molded to every curve, and my cock is still aching for her even though I just emptied my balls.