Chapter 16 #2
He nods, a look of grim satisfaction and tenderness crossing his features. "It’s going to hurt a bit at first," he promises, his thumb stroking my jawline. "But I promise it’ll pass quickly, and I’m going to do all I can to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much. Just stay with me."
I nod, feeling a fierce, hot blush creep up my cheeks at his raw honesty. He places a quick, reassuring kiss on my lips, then reaches blindly into the bedside drawer. A sharp, distinct crinkle echoes in the quiet bedroom, and I look up to see him holding a condom.
“I’m on birth control,” slips out of my mouth before I can think better of it.
The words hang in the air, and my embarrassment grows exponentially as Maksim just stops, freezing in place to stare down at me, his dark brows drawing together.
Desperate to clear the sudden, awkward silence, the explanation tumbles out of me in a hurried rush. “I used to have really painful periods so my doctor put me on it a while ago. I am—I'm safe and I—”
He doesn't let me finish. He stops my rambling words with a deep, slow kiss that completely steals the breath from my lungs.
He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes darker than before, heavy with a thick, protective heat. He tosses the unopened wrapper back onto the nightstand, his focus returning entirely to me.
"Good to know, princess," he growls softly against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. He shifts his weight, his large, calloused hands sliding down under my thighs, gently parting my legs wider and lifting my hips just enough to angle me perfectly beneath him.
The contrast between his sheer size and my vulnerability is striking, but there is no cruelty in his grip now. His touch is firm, deliberate, and remarkably gentle.
He presses the broad, blunt head of his length against my entrance, testing the slick heat he left behind. A low, appreciative rumble vibrates in his chest as he feels how wet I am for him.
"Look at me, Camilla," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I force my eyes open, blinking through a haze of anticipation. "Take a deep breath for me. You're so tight, so incredibly beautiful. Just relax."
I try to inhale, my fingers digging hard into the muscles of his shoulders as he begins to push forward.
The first inch of his entry is a sudden, sharp stretch that makes my entire body go rigid. A soft, fractured gasp escapes my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as the sting of the barrier tearing flashes through my lower belly.
"Hey, look at me. Open your eyes, princess," Maksim coos, his voice dropping into a low, comforting purr that anchors me.
He stops moving instantly, holding himself perfectly still inside me, letting my body adjust to the invasion.
He leans down, peppering soft, sweet kisses along my jawline, my eyelids, and the corner of my mouth.
"That's it. Breathe through it. You're taking all of me so well. "
"Maksim..." I whimper, a tear slipping down my temple from the intense mixture of ache and fullness.
"I know, baby. I know it hurts," he rasps, his words an intoxicating contrast to the absolute gentleness of his movements. "But you feel so fucking perfect. Your tight little body is clamping down on me so beautifully. You were made for me, Camilla. Just let it happen."
He waits, his breathing heavy against my neck, until the initial sharp sting begins to dull, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that slowly spirals back into that wicked, coiling heat. My hips give a tiny, involuntary twitch, wordlessly asking for more.
A dark, knowing smirk touches his lips as he feels the shift in my posture. "There you go," he growls softly.
Slowly, deliberately, he pushes in another inch, his jaw clenching as he forces himself to maintain an agonizingly gentle pace. He uses his hands to anchor my hips, guiding me as he slowly slides the rest of his length inside, burying himself completely into my heat until our bodies crash together.
He holds himself completely buried inside me for a long, agonizing beat, letting the fullness settle into my bones. Then, with a low growl, he begins to pull back—just a fraction—before sliding slowly, deeply back in.
He keeps the pace agonizingly slow. It is a steady, deliberate torture designed to protect me, his massive body trembling with the sheer effort of holding back his own restraint.
Every slow thrust stretches me, the initial sting fading completely into a thick, pulsing wave of heat that radiates straight to my core.
"That's it, princess," he murmurs against my throat, his voice a dark, gravelly purr as he slides in again. "Just take it. Let your body stretch for me."
But the slowness is driving me insane. The ache has completely transformed into a desperate, hollow hunger that his gentle pace isn't satisfying.
My hands slide from his shoulders to his hair, my fingers tangling deep into the dark strands as I arch my hips up to meet him, trying to force him deeper, faster.
A broken, frustrated moan escapes my lips.
"Maksim, please," I pant, my heels digging into the mattress as I pull at him. "Don't... stop doing it so slow. Give me more."
Maksim freezes, his muscles locking like iron. He pushes up on his hands, hovering over me, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticks violently in his cheek. His eyes flare with a dangerous, predatory light.
"I am trying to be gentle with you, Camilla," he snaps, his voice low, warning, and thick with restrained menace. "Do not test my patience right now. I can go fast another time. Let your body adjust."
Even through the thick haze of pleasure, my stubborn pride flares right back to life at his commanding tone. I look straight into his dark eyes, a breathless, mocking scoff escaping my lips.
"So this is it?" I challenge, my voice trembling but laced with deliberate provocation. "After all the ways you bragged about? After everything you promised... this is all the great Pakhan can do?"
Something in Maksim snaps completely.
The thin thread of his control breaks. His eyes go entirely black, and a low, lethal sound rumbles from the depths of his chest.
"You little brat," he growls, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly dirty, possessive register.
Before I can even process the change, his hands lock violently around my knees, pinning my legs back toward my shoulders. He drives forward with a sudden, ruthless force, burying his entire length inside me with a heavy, crashing momentum that knocks the air completely out of my lungs.
A loud, shattered gasp rips from my throat, but he doesn't give me a second to breathe. He takes me roughly, possessively, his rhythm turning into a punishing, relentless assault that rocks the entire bed. The gentleness is gone, replaced by the raw, untamed power of the man who rules the city.
“Maksim!”
"You want it rough, princess? You want to see what I can do?
" he pants heavily, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he drives into me over and over, each thrust deeper than the last. "You're getting stretched out by my cock now.
Look at how you're taking every fucking inch of me.
You're screaming my name while I break you in. "
The sheer friction of his body against mine sends a violent, blinding wave of pleasure straight to my brain. His words are utterly filthy, a constant, low stream of praise and dominance breathed against my heated skin as he claims me completely.
"You're my wife now, Camilla," he growls, his hips slamming hard against mine, marking me in the dark. "My tight, beautiful little bride. I own every piece of this. You belong to the Sokolov name now, and I am going to take you until you can't even remember your father's house."
I lose all cohesion, my hands clawing blindly at the sheets, my head tossing back against the pillows as he drives me ruthlessly toward the edge of the cliff once more.
The pounding rhythm of his hips is relentless, a heavy, unyielding friction that drives me further and further past my breaking point.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my entire world narrowed down to the bruising weight of his body and the white-hot sensation radiating from where we are joined.
The overwhelming intensity of it finally breaks through my defenses, and a low sob escapes my throat, tears of sheer, helpless pleasure spilling over my temples.
"Maksim... Maksim, please, I'm coming," I cry out, my hips jerking upward against his as the first warning tremors of an explosive release ripple through my abdomen. "I'm—"
"No," he growls, his voice a commanding, dark snap that echoes in the quiet room.
Before the peak can take me, Maksim abruptly pulls almost entirely out, stopping his momentum completely. He leaves only the blunt tip of his length teasing my entrance, deliberately stalling the climax right at the precipice.
A choked, desperate wail rips from my lungs at the sudden, agonizing loss of friction.
I writhe beneath him, my fingers clawing at his chest, trying to pull his weight back down, but he holds himself rigid as iron, completely ignoring my struggles.
He is edging me, keeping me suspended over a terrifying drop, the tension inside my body tight enough to snap.
"Please," I sob openly now, the tears blinding me as my chest heaves. "Maksim, please, let me."