Marie
I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
Viktor is too big.
Too deep.
Too much.
Every inch of me is stretched, filled, claimed.
His cock is slowly sinking inside me, forcing me to take all of him.
I try to breathe through it, to relax, to adjust—
But he doesn’t let me.
His hands are everywhere.
One grips my waist, holding me still.
The other slides up my spine, curling around my throat, keeping me in place.
I whimper, my fingers pressing against the slick shower wall.
My body isn’t ready.
But he doesn’t care.
He just groans, pressing deeper, making me take it.
“You feel that, printsessa?”
I sob, nodding weakly.
His grip tightens, his breath hot against my ear.
“Want you to feel every fucking second of this.”
I cry out when he thrusts another inch inside me.
My toes curl, my thighs trembling.
It’s too slow, too deep, too much.
I try to shift, to wiggle, to ease the pressure—
He growls, gripping my hip, keeping me still.
“Uh-uh, baby.”
He tuts, dragging his free hand down my stomach, pressing against the place where he’s stretching me open.
“You’re gonna take all of me.”
I whine, my inner muscles tightening around him.
Fighting to adjust.
Fighting to handle what he’s giving me.
He groans, pushing another inch inside.
“You can take it.”
His fingers tighten on my hip, holding me steady.
“You’re mine.”
My breath hitches, my body shuddering.
I feel too full.
Too claimed.
Like I can’t belong to anyone else but him.
Like I never will.
His lips drag over my shoulder, soft and teasing. His tongue. His teeth.
His thrusts are slow, deep, merciless.
Making me feel it.
Making sure I remember all of it.
“This is what you were made for, printsessa.”
I mewl, squeezing my eyes shut.
He pulls out an inch, then pushes back in.
Testing. Teasing. Taking.
I sob against the wall, my body completely at his mercy.
And he loves it.
His growl is low, thick with possession.
“That’s it, baby.”
His fingers skate down my belly, rubbing slow circles over my clit.
“Give me another one.”
I shake my head, panting, overwhelmed.
I can’t. But the burn inside my ass eases, turns into something deliciously dirty. And Viktor knows it.
He chuckles darkly, his thrusts still slow, now pushing me to the brink.
“Yes, you can.”
His voice is pure control, pure dominance, pure Viktor.
“And you will.”