You mine

My thighs clenched to relive some of the pressure in my core. His eyes caught the sight and a devious smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. That only made butterflies flame in my belly. When his eyes locked mine, I shivered under his gaze. Even in the dark room I could see him so clearly with the bright lights of the city outside. I was thankful for that darkness to aid in hiding the red tinting my cheeks.

"I'm going to have you now." He lowered himself to bend over me at the edge of the bed. Strong hands held my hips and I stopped breathing when his erection pressed into me. Then he was entering me. Slow at first, but once he was buried fully and he stretched me as much as I have ever been, he was already pulling back out to thrust again.

"Holy shit!" I could see him shuddering as he pulled in and out. The sensation of him driving inside of me made that coiling in my belly come back to life like a bowstring ready to lose an arrow. "Oh, Elena. Fuck!"

"Ah!" I tried to close my mouth, but the moans just wouldn't stop. Andrey knew what he was doing as he rolled his hips against me with each pump. It wasn't long before I had completely adjusted to the feeling of his impressive size, and this stranger was becoming unhinged as he fucked me.

He moved as fast as lightning, leaning over me. He used one hand to pull down my bra and expose my breasts. His breath left him in a sharp exhale as he watched them bounce in sync. Seconds later his mouth was on my flesh and his fiery tongue was massaging my sensitive nipples.

It made the pleasure burst within me. And I... I wanted more. I wanted to find release with him.

Before I knew it, my hand travelled between our bodies and my fingers were circling my clit as he pounded into me. That pushed me further towards the edge and my body shook.

"No. I paid for you. Your orgasm is mine." His growl instantly made me gasp. Before I could react, his hand curled around my wrist and he pinned it to the bed.

My body flushed with molten lava as l felt him thrust in my pussy. His pace was unrelenting, his hips rolling against mine with a rhythm that felt as though he had studied me his entire life. He grounded against me with each stroke, making sure I felt every inch of him that was claiming me, branding me. It was so deep. So intense. Each push stole the air from my lungs and left me clawing at his back, my nails digging into his heated skin as if anchoring myself to him could save me from the fire spreading through me.

The room seemed to dissolve around us—the mattress beneath my back, the walls, the air itself—until there was only him and the storm he was pulling me into. The pleasure was maddening, building higher and higher as his body moved with an expertise that made me unravel. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t careless either. He was deliberate, commanding my body to bend to his will, and I obeyed without realizing it.

"Oh....oh! God!" The words tore from my throat as if ripped from my soul. I trembled as if struck by lightning, every nerve in my body lit on fire when a powerful orgasm ripped through me. It pushed me over the edge of a cliff, and I fell head over heels into the heavens, exploding into a thousand shards of light.

"Yes, good girl," his voice was husky, laced with raw hunger, praise spilling from him as my body shuddered uncontrollably. I rode out the waves of my climax, each ripple stronger than the last, until I thought I would drown in it. His mouth was on me again, kissing up the side of my neck, dragging his lips along the sharp line of my jaw, then brushing my chin—all while he kept moving inside me. Slow, deliberate thrusts that drew out my pleasure until I whimpered with overstimulation.

All I could focus on was my sensitive core, every thrust sending new aftershocks through me. My walls clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him buried inside me. Andrey continued drilling into me with a relentless rhythm that made my thighs quake. It felt like an eternity, like we were caught in a loop where nothing existed but his heat, his kisses, his hands gripping me like he’d never let go. Then he finally sped up, his hips jerking, his hold tightening until there was no space between us. His grunts grew harsher, rougher, his control slipping as he buried himself in me again and again.

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking softly against the wall with each hard thrust. His breath fanned against my ear, hot and ragged, and then—after minutes that felt like a lifetime—he let out a guttural sound, a low grunt torn from his chest, as his body went rigid with his own release.

I collapsed beneath him, boneless, my body utterly spent. My lungs dragged in sharp breaths as I tried to recover, the world hazy and unsteady. His weight pinned me to the mattress, heavy yet oddly comforting, his chest rising and falling against mine with harsh, uneven breaths.

"Fuck, that was worth every penny," he chuckled, his voice gruff with satisfaction. His words, wicked and raw, sent a shiver racing down my spine. I felt him pull out of me, the sensation leaving me both hollow and strangely empty. "So beautiful, Elena. You so warm," he murmured softly as he rolled toward me, his hand brushing lazily across my skin.

I heard him, but I couldn’t respond. My eyelids were heavy, exhaustion flooding me in waves I couldn’t fight off. My body was limp, pliant, the last of my energy fading as quickly as the pleasure had crashed through me. I didn’t even have the strength to stop my eyes from closing. A blanket—thick and heavy—was draped over me, cocooning me in warmth, and the very last thing I registered was his voice. Low. Dark. Dangerous.

One word.

A warning. A promise. A threat.

"Mine."

I didn’t know what he meant, but right now I didn’t care.