Chapter 7 #3
“Yes,” I murmured, looking up at him and awaiting his response while studying him intently.
His gaze searched through mine. “You should have told me.”
“Now you know.”
“This explains a lot,” he said, shaking his head as if everything were falling into place. “It makes sense why you acted the way you did.”
I raised my chin. What could he possibly mean by that?
He spoke through clenched teeth. “If you want to?—”
“Don’t you dare, Nikolas Galanis! I didn’t wait this long for you to change your mind.”
“You must think I’m stronger than I really am. I lack that kind of willpower.” He smirked, looking down at me with dark amusement in his eyes. “I was going to suggest we proceed more slowly, not stop.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
“I meant what I said. I was a fool to believe I could wait with you in my house, sleeping in the room next to mine.”
I smiled up at him, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer.
“I’m ready, Niko,” I declared. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Oh, Laya,” he growled, pushing his cock in deeper.
He leaned down, grasped the back of my neck, and pulled me close for a kiss before gazing back into my eyes.
“Laya, lovely Laya. You belong to me now. Forever. Do not forget it, not even for a moment.” And with that, he surged his hips forward, his cock driving deep into my pussy.
“Niko!” I called out, my arms wrapping around him, my thighs pulling him closer.
I expected pain, but it was more of a sharp discomfort, a hot sensation that morphed into an exquisite sting.
I craved more of it. It was a delicious kind of pain.
“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He rocked into me, his cock thick and hard.
He wrapped his arms around me, his hips creating a slow hypnotic trance.
“You’re much bigger than a toy,” I muttered, then realized what I’d said.
He chuckled. “Good to know.”
“Forget I said that.”
“Not a chance.”
Ever so slowly, he started transitioning from pushing in and then pulling out to harder, deliberate thrusts.
My body reacted immediately, my pussy quivering and gripping his cock with each pass.
“My God, Niko, it’s amazing,” I exclaimed, clinging to him, my eyes shut tightly as I allowed the sensation to wash over me. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and desire blossomed deep in my belly.
Soon, my hips met his thrust for thrust, and my core flooded his pistoning shaft with arousal.
Every part of me tingled. The sensations were so different from when Niko had his mouth on me. This was deeper. There was a delicious pain to it that I crave more of.
“More, please. I need more.” I raked my nails over Niko’s shoulders, desperate to find whatever he could give me.
“What do you need, Laya?”
“I don’t know. Just give it to me. I’m dying.” I thrashed against him, the ache building to an unbearable level. “I need it harder.”
“Harder. Like this?” He pounded into me.
“Yes, more.”
Our bodies slammed into each other, our need was violent and savage and shared. Niko’s thumb grazed over my clit, and I screamed, my pussy clenching.
“Oh, Laya, Laya, you love my cock, don’t you, darling? Tell me, sweetheart. I want to hear it drip from your lips like your pussy is dripping your juices all over me.”
His words intensified the onslaught of sensations, propelling me over the cliff I desperately craved.
Spasms surged through my body, radiating from my belly and core to every muscle. “Niko, I’m coming.”
“Oh, yes,” he hissed. “My God, Laya, look at you, milking my cock.”
My mind whirled in a torrent of bliss.
“Do it again, baby. I love the way you feel squeezing me with your tight, wet pussy.”
“Niko, God! Is that possible?”
“You’re about to find out.”
He pummeled my pussy, unrelenting, like a madman, and before I realized what was happening, I was crashing over the edge into another orgasm.
It was mind-blowing and exhilarating.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, his mouth against my ear, his cock sliding out of my pussy slowly, before slamming back in. “You’re so beautiful when you come, sweet Laya. So pretty. Look at the pretty little blush on your cheeks.”
He pulled himself up and grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. His eyes raked over my naked body, fully on display and writhing on the end of his hard, throbbing cock.
I stared at him in awe. He looked like a sex god, fully in control, hard and possessive and determined to take me until he was fully satisfied.
He leaned forward and cupped my throat, applying pressure.
My pussy clenched and I gasped, “Niko.”
“I’m going to show you what it truly feels like for me to claim you.”
“What have you been doing until now?”
His hold tightened. “Prepping you.”
My heart drummed in my ears as I saw the savage hunger in his dark eyes.
“You’re mine now, is that clear?”
This was more than him saying it. He wanted me to admit it.
My mouth dried up, so all I could do was nod.
“Say it,” he demanded, sliding his cock inside of my quivering pussy once more, as deep as he could go.
I’d come twice already, my lips swollen and throbbing around his shaft.
I swallowed to soothe my parched throat, knowing there was no holding back, telling him what he longed to hear.
“I’m yours, Nikolas Galanis. I’m all yours.”
“That’s fucking right.” He jerked me forward and sealed our mouths together.
The storm brewing since our first kiss had now turned wild and violent. He pulled back, gripped my hips, and began fucking into me as hard and fast as he could, his cock sliding in easily and smoothly, his body searching for release.
“You’re mine, Laya! Mine!”
He grunted and growled, thrusting faster and harder, smashing into my pussy with all his strength.
His mouth fell open as he shouted out in pleasure, coming hard and hot deep inside me. The thickness of his cock and the wet heat of his release sent me over the edge crashing into another release, and I clamped onto his shaft.
As our bodies gradually relaxed, we panted, his form leaning against mine, his lips sensuously gliding over my own.
“You belong to me, Laya. I will kill anyone who dares touch you, even my brothers.”