Chapter 25 #2
Shifting, I moved over her body till my shoulders were nestled between her thighs.
The sweet musk of her body nearly drove me over the edge.
Thank God I still had my suit pants on as a feeble barrier.
If my naked cock were pressed against her right now, there would be no stopping me.
Looking down at the colorful tattoo of Betty Boop low on her hip, I couldn’t resist giving it a quick sweep of my tongue.
Training my gaze up her body, I took in every creamy inch of her ivory skin, which shimmered from a faint sheen of sweat.
“Look at me, Samara,” I growled.
She tilted her head back, pressing deeper into the pillows, avoiding my gaze.
Sliding my arm over her hip, I captured her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
“Ow! Stop! It hurts!” She tried to twist away from the pain, but my shoulders between her legs prevented it.
“Obey me, and I’ll stop.”
Her wide gaze trained on me as her chest rose and fell with her rapid, frightened breath.
“Good girl.”
Holding her gaze, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. I could feel her body tense as she held her breath, mesmerized by the lascivious gesture, knowing my intent. Giving her no quarter, I swept the tip over her engorged clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief,” I whispered as I continued to recite the sonnet, letting my warm breath caress her before once more flicking the tight bundle of nerves.
“To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows.” I wrapped my lips over my teeth and gently bit down till she cried out from pleasurable pain.
“ Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. ”
As I swirled my tongue around her clit, I pushed a third finger into her narrow passage. Pumping them in and out as I twisted my wrist, I prepared her for the girth of my cock.
“Come for me, baby.”
Her body bucked and thrashed as much as her binds and my body would allow.
Increasing the pressure of my tongue, I forced my fingers in deep just as I swept her dark puckered hole with the pad of my thumb.
Samara screamed her release. I lapped at her sweet cream as I relished in the glorious sound of her surrender.
I had won the battle, but not the war. Victory would come after her complete surrender.
“Say it. Say it for me, malyshka,” I commanded as I settled my weight on top of her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she jerked on her wrists.
Leaning up, I pulled on the end of my silk tie, releasing her wrists.
I hated to admit it, but I held my breath, waiting and watching to see what she would do.
Curled into claws, her fingers drove into my hair, fisting the short wavy length as her legs wrapped around my hips.
Air left my body in a rush as I reached between us to lower the zipper of my trousers and lower them past my hips.
My heavily engorged cock sprang free. I fisted the length and ran my hand up and down the length a few times to ease the building tension, knowing if let off the leash, I would fuck her like an animal without a hint of mercy.
Leaning my hips up, I rubbed the head of my cock against her now sensitive clit. “Say it,” I growled, my restraint slipping.
She opened her eyes and stared at me. Even in the dim moonlight, I could see the glint of the flecks of gold nestled within her emerald depths. “Take me, Gregor.”
“Louder,” I commanded as I released my cock and reached over our bodies to snatch a small black velvet case from the nightstand.
I flipped open the lid with one hand and pulled out a platinum, diamond and emerald engagement ring.
I had been carrying this ring around with me for three years.
Tonight, I would finally put it on her finger where it belonged.
While diamond engagement rings were not the tradition in my culture, they were a sign of ownership in America, and I needed every man who ever laid eyes on her to know…
she was taken. Although my concession to our new country would only go so far; she would wear it on her right hand not left.
“Take me,” she cried out as I wrapped my strong fingers around her right wrist.
“Who do you belong to, malyshka?”
Her gaze dropped.
With my free hand, I grasped her jaw and forced her gaze back to mine. “Say it. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Gregor. It’s always been you.”
I slid the ring onto her finger. Spanning her hips with both my hands, I positioned my cock at her tight entrance and viciously thrust into the hilt, feeling the feeble resistance of her maidenhead stretch and surrender as I claimed her.
Samara screamed. Curling her small hands into fists, she pounded ineffectively on my chest. I was undeterred. Ruthlessly thrusting in deep, I could feel the slick coating of her arousal mixed with blood, easing my cock with each stroke.
“Stop! It hurts!” she begged.
“It’s too late, baby,” I rasped against her cheek as my hips drove into her body.
My entire body strained not to hurt her with the ferocity of my need.
In the three years I’d search for her, I’d barely looked at it let alone touched another woman.
There was no satisfaction to be found in any else’s arms. She had become my all-consuming obsession, my dark religion.
Finally sinking into her tight passage was like finding God.
Her hands pushed at my shoulders. My back bowed as I groaned the moment her impossibly still tight cunt spasmed around my shaft. Swinging her right arm wide, Samara slapped me across the face.
Sliding my fingertips over my cheek, I could feel the sting of blood. The ring had turned on her finger, facing the palm so the sharp edge of the multiple diamond settings had torn at my skin.
I smiled. “Blood for blood.”
Snatching both her wrists, I stretched them high over her head. Subduing her with the oppressive weight of my body, I pounded into her soft flesh. Our bodies rocked back and forth on the silk coverlet as the bed frame squeaked and groaned.
“Oh God! Oh God! Gregor!”
She continued to scream my name over and over.
Her inner muscles rippled over my shaft. I knew the rhythm of my thrusts were bringing her to another orgasm. I held back till her body tensed. The moment her back bowed and her lips opened on a long keening moan, I slipped the reins.
“Fuck!” she cried out as her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.
I thrust several more times before I released my seed deep within her body. If there was a God, it would take root and bind this amazing creature to me forever.
With a growled curse of my own, I collapsed to the side of her, pulling her body against my side. My hand reached down to cup her behind the knee to stretch her leg over my hips, needing to feel the wet heat of her cunt pressed against my skin. Still breathing heavy, I kissed her forehead.
“You’re mine now, Samara. There’s no turning back.”
A tremor swept over her body. Whether it was a chill or fear, I didn’t question.
Pulling on a corner of the coverlet, I swept it high to cover our naked forms.
With my arm wrapped tight around her shoulder, I picked up her right hand, which had been resting on my chest. I lifted it high till the ring on her finger caught the moonlight.
The diamond glimmered as it caught the meager light, and a primal wave of possessiveness sunk its sharp claws into my soul.
“Mine.”