Page 48 of The Pakhan’s Unwanted Bride

Ana gasps when I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace. They harden instantly beneath my touch, and I feel her body arch toward me, seeking more contact. I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, lace and all, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

"Samuil!" Her voice is breathless but holds an air of royal command.

I lift my head to look at her, enjoying the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her chest, and chuckle.

She raises an eyebrow, then reaches for the waistband of my pants. She has them undone and around my ankles in record time, then her soft, warm hand wraps around my cock and I nearly come right then and there.

"Greedy little princess," I manage to get out between groans. Damn, but her hand feels fucking great, pulling and squeezing in all the right places.

Leaning down, I take one nipple in my mouth, biting hard enough to cause her to gasp, then sucking and licking away the small hurt. My other hand slips between her bodies, and my seeking fingers find her core, already wet and ready for me.

She throws her head back, pushing her tit further into my mouth, and her hand starts stroking me faster and harder. I pull back suddenly, removing her hand from my cock. That's enough. If I don't redirect this, I'm going to embarrass myself.

"I want to touch you," she grumbles. And then I find myself in a battle against her seeking hand. She keeps trying to grab my dick and I have to keep moving it.

"There'll be plenty of time for that," I growl with a tight smile. Does she know what she's doing to me? Does she understand that if she doesn't stop torturing me with pleasure like this our consummation is going to be over before it's barely started? I look at her passion-glazed eyes. Either she knows and doesn't care, or she's too far in a haze of lust to care.

Time to do something about this. I may have started with good intentions and planned to make this a long night of sex, but Ana and her unbridled passion have derailed those plans. I swat her hand away from my dick again, then bend at the knees and press my shoulder into her belly. An instant later, she's draped over my shoulder and I carry her to bed.

I don't give her enough time to complain and simply lean forward, dropping her onto my bed. She bounces a couple of times on the massive mattress, her boobs bobbing with the movement, then laughs.

"Impatient much?" She laughs.

"You're one to talk," I shoot back, then crawl on the bed. Her eyes widen and she scoots back until her back hits the headboard.

Her legs instinctively part slightly, and I don't waste any time. I spread them further, then bury my face between them. The smell of her desire is enough to send me over the edge, but I grit my teeth and force myself to gain control. My dick throbs painfully, but I ignore it and slide my tongue between her hot, wet folds.

Her hips come off the bed at the first touch of my tongue, and I have to hold her hips down so I can continue. After a couple of minutes, I add two fingers, and she yelps in pleasure. Her hands find my head, and both of them fist in my hair, pressing me even closer to her. It's almost too much. If she keeps me like this for too long, I just might suffocate.

But what a fucking way to go!

I withdraw my fingers and position myself at her entrance. She reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her slender but amazingly strong thighs pull me closer to her core, the tip of my dick barely entering. We groan into each other's mouths, and I push inside her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She's tight and hot and perfect, her body gripping me like a vise.

"Finally," she gasps.

A surprised bark of laughter escapes me, but then I focus on the matter at hand. She's so wet and hot that I doubt I'd even have to move and would be able to orgasm if I didn't maintain some kind of control. I start moving inside of her and the rhythm builds quickly, both of us too far gone for slow and gentle sex. I thrust into her hard and deep, each stroke drawing gasps and moans from her lips. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Harder," she demands, and fuck if that doesn't drive me wild.

I give her what she wants, pounding into her with enough force to make the bed shake. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with our harsh breathing and her cries of pleasure. I can feel the tension building in my spine, the pressure coiling tighter with each thrust.

Ana's body starts to tremble beneath me, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. She's close, so fucking close. I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while I continue to drive into her.

"Samuil!" She screams my name as she comes, her body arching off the bed, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. The sensation pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time and let go, my release tearing through me with such force, my body locks in place as my dick pulses and my balls squeeze.

I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my full weight, and bury my face in her neck. We lie there for several minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath, our bodies still joined.

Eventually, I roll to the side and pull her against me. She curls into my chest, her hand resting over my heart. Her breathing gradually slows and deepens, and within minutes, she's asleep, a satisfied smile on her face that brings a male sense of pride sweeping through my body. I put that smile there.

I lie awake long after Ana drifts off, staring at the ceiling while my mind refuses to quiet.

I've been with women before. Plenty of them over the years. Fleeting encounters and forgettable nights that served a purpose and nothing more. Physical release without emotional entanglement. That's how I've always operated.

But tonight was different. And not just because Ana is my wife. The way she gave as good as she got, matching my intensity without hesitation, was hotter than any sex I'd had in my life.

I never wanted a wife. And I especially never wanted a spoiled princess disrupting the carefully built rules I've lived by for decades. But somehow, it feels like things are shifting between us, and that's dangerous.

As dawn approaches, painting the sky outside my window in shades of gray and pink, I harden my resolve. Tomorrow, I'm Pakhan again. The guardian. The leader who makes the hard choices and carries the weight of generations on his shoulders.