Accelerate

Danika

I did not make him ask twice.

My hands were already at the hem of the sleep shirt when his voice finished the order. I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. Cool air hit my bare skin. I was naked underneath. No underwear. Nothing between his eyes and every mark he had left on me the night before and that morning.

Kazimir’s gaze dragged over the bruises on my hips, the bite on my shoulder, the faint fingerprints still visible on my inner thighs. Something dark and satisfied moved through his expression. Then he put both hands on my knees and shoved them wide apart.

He spent nearly an hour between my legs.

There was no rush at first. He licked me open with long, slow strokes of his tongue like he was memorizing the taste. When my hips started to lift he pinned them down with one heavy forearm and kept the same torturous pace. His tongue circled my clit without ever giving enough pressure. Two thick fingers slid inside me and curled, finding the swollen spot from earlier, but he only rubbed it in lazy, incomplete circles. Every time my breathing changed and my thighs started to shake he backed off completely.

I lasted maybe twenty minutes before the first broken sound left my throat.

“Please.”

He ignored it. His mouth closed over my clit and sucked once, hard, then pulled away again when my back arched. The edge of his teeth scraped the sensitive bud just enough to make me jump. He added a third finger and stretched me open while his tongue went back to those same slow, maddening circles. My hands fisted in the sheets. Sweat started to gather between my breasts. The ache between my legs had turned into a sharp, continuous throb that bordered on pain.

He edged me until I was shaking.

Time blurred. My whole world narrowed to the wet heat of his mouth and the thick fingers that fucked me too slowly to let me fall. Every time I got close he stopped. Sometimes he pulled his fingers out completely and just breathed against my soaked flesh. Sometimes he bit the soft skin of my inner thigh hard enough to leave another mark and then soothed it with his tongue while I sobbed in frustration. My voice went from quiet pleas to raw, broken begging.

“Kazimir—please, I can’t—please let me—”

Only when my legs were trembling so hard I could barely keep them open did he finally pull his mouth away. His lips and chin were shining. His eyes were almost black.

He stood in one fluid motion, shoved his pants down just far enough, and freed his cock. It looked even thicker than it had that morning, the veins standing out hard, the head flushed and already leaking. He did not give me time to reach for him. He gripped my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked me back until my knees were under me and my chest was pressed to the mattress.

He pushed inside in one deep, relentless thrust.

The stretch forced a broken cry out of me. I was so swollen and sensitive from the hour of edging that every inch felt huge. He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, breathing hard, one hand planted on the mattress beside my head. Then he pulled back and started fucking me in hard, exact strokes that drove the air from my lungs.

One of his hands slid under my chest, up my throat, and wrapped around the front of my neck. He did not squeeze hard enough to cut off air. Just tight enough that every thrust felt sharper, more intense, like all the sensation in my body had been forced into the place where he filled me. The pressure made my pulse thunder under his palm. I could feel the thick ridge of every vein as he dragged out and slammed back in. The wet sound of his cock moving through the mess he had already licked out of me filled the room.

“You beg so pretty when you’re desperate,” he growled against my ear. The hand on my throat flexed just enough to make my eyes water. “Took everything I gave you last night and still this fucking tight.”

I could only moan into the sheets. Every thrust hit the deepest spot inside me. The angle made the head of his cock drag over the place that made my vision spark white. The hand around my throat kept me exactly where he wanted me. I came with almost no warning, a violent, shaking orgasm that made my arms give out. He held me up by the throat and hips and fucked me straight through it, never slowing.

He pulled out while I was still trembling.

I felt the loss like a physical ache. Then the hot, thick ropes of his come landed across my lower back and the curve of my ass. He stayed over me, breathing hard, and used two fingers to rub his release into my skin in slow, deliberate circles like he was marking territory. The claim in the gesture made another weak pulse of pleasure flutter between my legs.

I collapsed fully onto the mattress, trying to remember how to breathe. My throat felt sensitive where his hand had been. My body twitched with aftershocks. I could feel his come cooling on my back and the deeper, wetter mess of both of us between my thighs.

His phone vibrated on the nightstand.

The sound was small and sharp in the quiet room. Kazimir reached for it with the same hand that had just been around my throat. I watched his face from the corner of my eye as he read the message. Whatever was on the screen made the last of the heat leave his expression. His jaw tightened. The ice-blue eyes went cold and focused in a way I had only seen when he was hunting a threat.

He turned the phone so I could see the single encrypted line.

“The grandmother is moving pieces. Accelerate.”