Chapter 34
thirty-four
Ava is spread out before like a feast waiting to be devoured. My cock is straining against my jeans as I lap at her, and now that it is free, it wants nothing more than to bury itself inside her sweet, wet cunt and make her ours.
I stare down at the ethereal beauty below me, noting every cut, slice, and bruise that mars her gorgeous skin. She will have her revenge. I will deliver the bastard on a silver platter and watch as she cuts him to pieces.
Licking my lips, I thrust against her, the head of my cock bumping against her sensitive bundle of nerves. I brush a knuckle over her nipple, my cock twitching when she responds with a sharp breath.
“So sensitive,” I whisper. “Just for me.”
“Just you,” she breathes.
Palming her breast, I watch as her eyes flutter, lips parting in a silent moan. “Good girl.”
I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers. “No more secrets, Red,” I breathe my promise in her ear as I line my cock up with her entrance. “No more pushing you away.”
“Matthias,” she gasps, arching her hips to try and force my cock into her tight hole. I pin her hip down with one hand and grab a hold of her wrists with my other, pinning them above her head.
“You may be the queen, Krasnyy,” I purr. “But I’m the one in charge here.” Her body beneath me is tight with need. Slowly, I thrust with short strokes, never fully entering her.
“Matthias.” This time my name on her lips is a warning. A low growl as she squirms beneath me. When I only grin at her, she attempts to free her hands from mine.
God, I loved it when she fights me.
My cock only hardens at her struggles to get me inside her. My balls aching.
I still above her, halting my short thrusts. “Who do you belong to, moya lyubov’?”
Ava turns her head away from me, her features set in a pout. Lowering my head, I bite her nipple.
“You,” she shrieks. “I belong to you.”
“Khoroshaya devoshka.” I slammed into her as hard as I can after calling her my good girl in Russian. A short, startled cry rips from her mouth. I don’t give her time to adjust before setting a relentless pace. One that has her quivering beneath me, a whimpering mess of pleasure.
My own release is tight on my heels, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. It has been far too long.
“Come for me, Ava,” I growl the command. “Now.”
Ava shatters beneath me with a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm washes through her. Her pussy clenches my cock so hard it triggers my own climax, and with a few hard thrusts, I empty myself inside her.
Pulling out, I stand and walked to the bathroom and run a washcloth under warm water before striding back to the bed to clean her up.
I wash her pretty pink pussy and kiss her clit.
She mewls and shoves at my head. With a laugh, I throw the rag into the hamper before settling in next to her.
I pull Ava into my side until her head is resting tiredly on my chest.
“You will always be mine, Ava,” I whisper to her. “You belong to me and always have.”
I hear her yawn and look down. Her eyes are heavy, fluttering open and closed. She is struggling to stay awake. She is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is mine.
“Mine,” I whisper into her hair as I close my eyes, sinking into sleep. I swear I hear her answer me.
“As long as you’re mine.”