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He sets a punishing pace, my legs winding around him as he fucks me. He stares down at me, eyes bright and full of a possession I feel in my bones. This isn’t just him fucking me; it’s a claiming.
“The only thing allowed in this pussy from now on is me,” he bites out, gripping my thighs to lift my legs up and back, going deeper and angling himself to hit every spot inside me. “Do you hear me, Lane? This pussy is mine.”
“Ilya…”
Just a little more. I’m so close.
“Tell me.”
Thrust.
“Tell me this pussy is mine, Lane.”
Thrust.
“Only I get to feel it wrapped around me.”
Thrust.
“Milking every last drop.”
“Yes, only you,” I moan, desperate now. “Please, Ilya.”
The bed creaks and moans with every thrust. My entire body is on fire, perched just out of reach of the orgasm building.
“Come for me, lisichka,” he orders, reaching between us to rub my clit furiously. “Come for me.”
It hits me hard, and I scream as my orgasm breaks. Ilya stiffens above me and snarls my name as he empties inside me.
As I slowly come down from the euphoria, I realize Ilya sank into me, his head resting in the crook of my shoulder.
Old reflexes kick in, and I have to battle them back. He’s vulnerable. I could take him out right now and get away before anyone realized.
No, that’s done now. This is what I wanted. It’s what everything I’ve done up until now has been for.
That doesn’t change the fact that even with everything finished, nothing has changed. Not about me.
I’m an assassin. It’s who I am. What I’ve been created to be.
Even after all of this, can Ilya accept me for what I am? Or have I done all this only to realize it’s never going to work?
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LANE
Note to self: Ilya gets horny after killing someone.
Not that I’m complaining. I’ve been known to grab a toy after a mission is complete and I can’t kill anyone else to get the rush of adrenaline out of my system. Though, sex is definitely my preferred option. Especially if it involves me on my knees with Ilya thrusting his thick cock in and out of my mouth.
I moan, breathing through my nose to keep from gagging when he hits the back of my throat. He grunts harshly, pulling back a bit before thrusting forward again.
“That’s it, lisichka, swallow me just like that.” His grip on my hair tightens, holding me still, his abs flexing as his orgasm grows. The sting only increases my desire, and I move my hand from his inner thigh to cup his balls. He curses but doesn’t stop me. “Fuck, your mouth is fucking heaven.”
Well, I’m glad he thinks so, because not long ago, he was cursing it.
I roll his balls, scraping my nails along the tender skin as he fucks my mouth. I gag once when he goes too fast and too deep, but he eases back, letting me catch my breath before starting all over again.
So considerate. But I really want him to come. I’m running out of time.
