Page 37 of Claimed By River

“No.” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her, teasing, stretching. “Not yet. You’re going to come on my cock, Nadia.”

I slam into her in one stroke, filling her, bottoming out with a force that drives the air from her lungs. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream. She’s so tight, so hot, and the angle has me hitting something inside her that makes her eyes widen.

I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull back and thrust again, hard, setting a rhythm that drives her up onto her toes, which has her gripping the sink even tighter.

“Watch,” I command, my hand still spanning her throat, holding her head up. “Watch while I claim you. While I remind you who you belong to. While I fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

She watches. I can see it in her face, the way her eyes track our reflections, the way her breath comes in desperate gasps. I watch too, watch my cock disappear inside her with every thrust, watch her breasts bounce, watch her eyes locked on mine in the mirror, not looking away once.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I demand, my voice rough.

“You, Daddy. Only you.”

“That’s right.” I thrust harder, angling to hit that sensitive spot deep inside her. “And who are you?”

“Yours.” The word tears from her throat. “I’m yours. Y-your wife…”

“My everything.” I grip her chin and turn her head, kissing her deeply, my tongue claiming her mouth while my cock claims her body.

I feel it when she starts to come, feel her clenching around me, feel her body tensing, arching, trembling. Every nerve I have lights up at once. This isn’t a wave. It’s a detonation, a complete obliteration of everything I am, reducing me to pure sensation.

She clenches around me so hard I falter, my rhythm breaking, and she screams my name, screams Daddy, until she’s sobbing with it. But I don’t stop. I’m right at the edge, and I chase it.

“Again,” I growl, my hand finding her clit, pressing hard, rubbing in rough circles that have her gasping, have her climbing toward another peak with terrifying speed.

“I can’t,” she gasps, even as her body proves her wrong, even as I feel the pressure building again. “It’s too much, I c-can’t—”

“You can, angel.” I bite her shoulder, hard enough to mark. “Come for me again, wife. Show me how much you love taking my cock. Show me how much you need this.”

I pound into her, relentless, my fingers working her clit with precision, and I feel it building in me, feel the second wave rising, inevitable and overwhelming, just as she grips me hard. When it hits, it’s deeper than the first, radiating from my core outward until even my fingertips are digging into her waist.

“Nadia!” I yell, thrusting deep and holding there, pulsing inside her with a groan that tears from my chest, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as we both shake through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, we just breathe. The shower has been running the whole time, and the room has gone thick with steam, the mirror fogging over until we’re nothing but two shapes in it. I slip out of her slowly, carefully, and she whimpers at the loss, at the sudden emptiness.

“Shh.” I turn her around, lift her easily, and carry her into the spray, setting her down on the marble bench so she doesn’t have to hold herself up. “I’ve got you. I always have you.”

I reach for the shower gel and pour it into my palm, then begin to wash her with the same thoroughness I always show her. My hands slide over her shoulders, her arms, her stomach.

And despite everything, despite two orgasms that have left her boneless and trembling, I feel her shiver under my touch, that familiar flutter of renewed interest.

“Greedy,” I murmur and catch myself smiling.

“Your fault,” she accuses weakly, leaning into me.

I laugh, the sound warm and intimate in the small space, the water cascading over us both. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you too, husband.”

She presses her face into my chest, and I feel her relax completely, the tension draining out of her as she breathes me in. I tilt her face up for a kiss that tastes like promises kept, like futures secured, like everything I never knew I wanted and now can’t imagine living without.

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Nadia

By the time the hotel concierge calls to let us know River’s family has arrived, I’ve managed to convince myself of approximately fifty different ways to embarrass myself before dinner.

River, naturally, finds this hilarious. “You’ll be fine.”