Chapter 49 #3
The sweet sensation sends a jolt straight to my core, causing it to clench with need.
Suddenly, his teeth bite down on my left nipple while he pinches the opposite one at the same time, causing a jolt of electricity to surge through me and stars to burst behind my eyelids, which fall closed at his ministrations.
“Please, Matthias,” I beg, my voice husky with desire. “I need you.”
Mathias lets out a low chuckle as he releases my nipple with a pop.
“What do you need from me, malyshka?” he breathes in my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me,” I plead desperately, clawing at his back as he thrusts his hard length against me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I want him to fuck me.
I nod my head vigorously and buck my hips, trying to urge him inside me.
He makes a tsking noise and shakes his head in mock disappointment.
“Remember, Krasnyy, you don’t control this. I do.”
Torturously slow, he begins to rub his cock against my sensitive bundle of nerves, his gray eyes sparkling mischievously. A slow smirk stretches across his face.
“Are you going to beg me, my little psycho?” he goads. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you against the shower wall?” A burst of air explodes from my lips, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as he continues his torturous ministrations against my clit.
Wave after wave of delicious tingles crash over me, the coil in my belly tightening inch by inch until it is ready to snap.
When he doesn’t hear me begging, his movement comes to a sudden halt. I let out a frustrated groan. I am going to murder him. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“Fuck you,” I growl at him, but there is no heat behind my words. Matthias’s smirk deepens.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, baby,” he teases. “You’re the one not telling me how badly you want my cock.”
Holy hell.
Since he has suddenly been resurrected, he has gotten a mouth on him. Then again, as much fun as sex had been before, we never had much of a connection. Not like we do now.
His filthy words do something to me I didn’t expect. He has called me his whore before, and there is no denying it certainly turned me on, but there is always a niggle of doubt in my mind that it is how he sees me. As nothing more than the whores he fucked before me.
“So.” He quirks an eyebrow at me. “How badly do you want me to fuck you, Red?”
I look up at him from beneath heavily lidded lashes, a coy smile stretching across my swollen lips, and purr, “Fuck me, Matthias. I need your cock. Only your cock.”
Heat flares in his gaze, and he thrusts hard against my clit one more time before notching himself at my entrance, where I am wet and ready for him. With a powerful thrust, he fills me, burying himself to the hilt.
A cry explodes from me at his forceful thrust, the pain edging with the pleasure.
A satisfied groan pulls from his chest, and his mouth claims mine in a brutal, domineering kiss.
Matthias moves hard and fast against me.
His pace is relentless as he fucks me hard and dirty, like an animal on the rut.
I have no control, and I simply let myself be devoured by my protector.
My lover. My husband. The man I will spend the rest of my life living for and dying for, if it comes down to it.
My body quakes and trembles beneath him, with every thrust sending me toward oblivion. Cries and moans spill from my lips and echo around us, bouncing off the tiled wall. My hands dig into his hair, holding on for dear life as he continues his brutal pace.
“God,” I whimper into his neck. My lips caress the skin down to the juncture of where his neck meets his shoulder, and I bite down. Hard. Matthias groans loudly, his hips stuttering slightly before he picks up his already rapid pace.
My body strains for release, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.
“Come, Krasnyy,” he orders, his voice rough and gravelly. “Come on your husband’s cock.” My body obeys, and I unravel faster than a bullet train. I bury my head in the crook of his neck as I come apart around him. The ecstasy that seizes me is overpowering, and I am nothing but a slave to its will.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
There is nothing except the galaxy of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing through me.
“Ava,” Matthias hisses through clenched teeth.
“So, fucking tight, baby. So, fucking hot.” His body jerks, and he pushes farther inside me.
With a long, satisfied groan, Matthias’s release hits him, triggering another one of my own.
A sob spills from my lips even as he slows his pace as I crest again, this one shorter but just as strong, and I feel slightly lost from reality.
I can hear the water shutting off somewhere in the distance and feel movement beneath me.
“Such a good girl,” Matthias whispers in my ear. “Always such a good girl for me.”
My eyes flutter as I am cocooned in warmth. “Your good girl,” I whisper, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. Strong arms come around me, anchoring me to a strong, broad chest.
“That’s right,” he chuckles lowly. “Sleep now, my good girl.”
My body obeys his command, just like it always does