Chapter 35 #3
You’re doing so good,” He groans, the strain in his voice unmistakable. “So good for me, baby. Fuck, you’re tight. You feel unreal…”
I open my eyes through the haze of tears, and I find him watching me—his brows drawn, jaw clenched, pupils blown wide with desire. But behind all that, I see something deeper: restraint. He’s holding himself back, not because he doesn’t want more, but because he’s waiting for me.
The patience in his face for me makes something shatter open inside my chest.
I arch my hips, just slightly, inviting him in.
He lets out a low groan and gives in to the invitation, sinking the rest of his thick length inside me in one slow, torturous thrust, I cry out, clutching at his arms for something, anything, to hold on to.
My legs tremble violently and it feels like I’m being split open.
Alex leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. His breath is hot against me, ragged and desperate.
“Are you alright?” he asks, brushing his hands against my temple and wiping away the tears that escaped.
I give him a reassuring nod, letting the trust I have in him show in my eyes.
He brushes the damp hair from my forehead, kissing it with aching tenderness.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs. “I’ve never…fuck, Lucas,—I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
His words ripple through me, a different kind of pleasure blooming beneath the ache still lingering in my body. My legs are still trembling, muscles sore, but inside me, something burns hotter. Wanting. Needing.
“Wrap your legs around me, krasivy,” he says, voice low and commanding, rich with that soft Russian edge to his voice when he calls me krasivy.
My body moves before my brain catches up, instinct pulling my legs around his waist.
“I’m going to move,” he whispers, breath ragged now. “Just a little. Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
I give him a shaky nod.
He draws back, just slightly, barely an inch, then slides back in slow, deliberate motion.
I gasp, spine arching. The ache is still there, but it’s no longer sharp. No longer jarring. It rolls over into something deeper, heavier, like I’m being reshaped around him, claimed from the inside out.
Alex is watching me like he’s studying all my reactions.
I breathe out shakily, my gaze never leaving his.
“You can keep going…” I swallow “please”
His eyes darken, and he grips my waist tightly
“fuck, baby…” he murmurs. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Then he begins to move, slow and steady, each thrust careful, calculated, like he’s learning me one stroke at a time. And with every motion, my body opens more. The sting melts into a burn, and the burn into something deeper, hotter.
His rhythm is patient, careful, but I can feel the tremble in his arms, the way his breath stutters every time he sinks deeper. He’s holding back a tidal wave inside him. And still, his voice stays low, coaxing.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans. “So tight. So fucking warm around me.”
A sound escapes me—half moan, half sob—as my body begins to adjust to the rhythm. Every thrust stirs something low in my stomach, sparks fanning into flame. I clutch at his back, my nails dragging across his skin, needing him closer.
He shifts, just slightly, and then rolls his hips with slow precision.
The motion drags him deeper, and suddenly, he hits my prostate, making my whole body seize.
“Ah—” I gasp, loud and raw, arching up as hot pleasure floods through me in one uncontrollable wave. My toes curl, my spine lifts, and I can barely breathe through it. He thrust into it again, and I see fucking stars.
His eyes flash, his control slipping just a little at the sound of my voice breaking like that. Then he kisses me like he needs to taste every sound I make.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s sitting up.
My legs are unwrapped from his waist, only for him to take them up and settle them over his broad shoulders.
His hands are everywhere, one arm wrapped securely around my upper thigh, the other gripping my hips with the kind of strength that pins me in place.
Then he pulls me closer, his cock still deep inside me, and I moan helplessly at the sheer intensity of it, the stretch, the angle, him.
“You’re going to lie there,” He says, voice thick and rough, “and take every inch I give you.”
His words hit something deep inside me, a place no one’s ever touched, not just physically, but emotionally. I can feel myself unraveling under them.
“You can do that for me, yeah?” he adds, kissing the skin of my leg resting on his shoulder.
“Yes,” I breathe out, wrecked. “Please… please.”
“Good boy,” he growls, then his grip tightens on my hips and he moves.
The thrust is deep. Sharp. Devastating.
“Yes—oh, fuck!” I blurt out before I can think, voice trembling. “Alex, there, right there”
The new angle has him hitting that spot inside me with ruthless precision, over and over, until all I can do is moan, high and broken, as my body clenches around him, pleasure exploding outward in waves that make my vision blur.
“Alex—” I gasp, choking on his name as it leaves my lips over and over like a prayer. My dick is hard, flushed, and untouched, leaking precum with every deep stroke he gives me.
My fingers claw at the sheets, trying to anchor myself as he pounds into me, perfectly measured, completely consuming. Each thrust lands with purpose, with heat, and I swear I can feel how much he wants me in every roll of his hips.
“Eyes on me, Lucas,” he commands hoarsely. “I want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”
My lashes flutter, the pleasure almost too much, but I force my eyes to meet his. What I see nearly undoes me.
His gaze is locked on mine, feral and soft all at once. His body gleams with sweat. His jaw is clenched, holding himself on the edge for me. Every time he drives into me, my mouth falls open, my body offering itself up like it’s his to ruin—because it is. It already is.
“This is what you wanted, right, beautiful?” he asks, voice low with need.
“Yes…I like it,” I pant, voice shaking. “Alex…I like it, I love it…I—”
“I know, baby,” he groans, voice wrecked. “I feel it. Every time you squeeze around me… fuck, Lucas. You were made for me.”
His thrusts grow deeper, steadier, dragging my body toward the edge with every punishing stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of skin, gasps, and low curses—his voice wrecked with hunger, mine stripped bare with need.
But it’s not just the rhythm. It’s the way he looks at me. Like I’m something divine unraveling beneath him.
More Pleasure spikes through me, hard and fast, building like a wave crashing against the inside of my skin. My legs tremble violently on his shoulders, muscles twitching uncontrollably.
Alex doesn’t stop.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his eyes locked on me, watching every tremor, every gasp. Like he’s etching the image into his memory. “Look at you shaking for me… fuck, Lucas.”
He thrusts in faster, making my whole world go white, deeper, rougher now, his control slipping as my body pulses around him. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel and take everything he’s giving me.
“Alex, ” I sob, voice cracking, eyes wide and wet. “I’m gonna…”
“You’ve been so good,” he groans, voice ragged and low, hips pressing harder. “So fucking beautiful like this… all open for me. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, Lucas…”
Then he leans down, folding me in half, his forehead pressed against mine, sweat-slicked skin brushing. His arms cage me in completely, and I cling to him—desperate, wrecked.
Every thrust now is merciless and perfect, like he knows exactly where I’m breaking and wants to fuck the pieces as they fall.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice shaking with every breath. “Alex… you feel so good—I can’t—”
“Fuck,” he grunts, his voice tight with hunger. “You’re gonna come for me like this? Untouched?”
“Yes, yes, ” I moan, hips trying to rise to meet every relentless thrust of his. “Please, Alex…”
“Come for me,” he commands, voice a low growl against my lips as he rolls his hips again and thrusts my prostate in perfect rhythm. “Let me see you fall apart.”
And I do.
“Fuck…fuck…” The words punches from my chest as my entire body seizes. My back bows sharply off the bed, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling back.
Pleasure tears through me, blinding and raw and too much. My untouched cock jerks violently between us as thick ropes of cum spurts across my stomach and over his chest, soaking our skin.
It’s too intense, I can’t hold it in—I can’t stop it.
I sob his name over and over, each sound raw and wrecked as he fucks me through my orgasm. My body trembles beneath him, overstimulated and wide open, but still clinging to every inch of him like I need him, because I do.
My walls don’t stop clenching around his cock that is still hard and thick inside me, making my back arch as another wave of pleasure trembles through me.
“Fuck, baby,” Alex groans, voice breaking apart, tight and low like he’s holding on by a thread. His grip on me is tight, like he’s afraid he’ll fall apart if he lets go. “You want me to come inside you, krasivy?”
I can’t even speak, can’t find the words. All I can do is nod, fast and desperate, eyes fluttering, I whimper under him, hips twitching from oversensitivity, but I want it. I want him.
“You feel so good,” he growls, and his breath stutters against my skin.
He buries his face in the curve of my neck, and then he stills, body locking up tight.
And I feel it, the deep jerk of his hips, once, twice, the thick heat of his release flooding deep inside me. The warmth spreads fast, and something inside me clenches hard around him, as if my body doesn’t want to let him go. As if it can’t.
“Fuck, Lucas—” he gasps, voice trembling, wrecked. “You feel so perfect.”
My hands clutch at his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as my chest swells, it’s so full it aches. My heart is thudding so loudly I think he might hear it.
And even as the aftershocks shake through me, even as my body trembles from the intensity, my mind spirals.
Because I love him.
Fuck, I love him.
I close my teary eyes, trying to stop myself from sobbing, then press my face into the curve of his neck. I can barely breathe past the knot in my throat. Everything feels fragile. Too beautiful. Too fleeting.
So I pray.
Silently, desperately, like a child with his hands folded in the dark.
Please.
Please don’t take this from me.
Please don’t let my trauma ruin this. Don’t let it poison him. Don’t let it drive him away.
Let me keep him. Just this once… let something stay.