6. Maksim #4
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask roughly. “Is this what you needed to make you forget?”
“Yes!” She moans as she pushes back against me now, meeting each thrust. “Yes, harder. Please.”
I give her what she’s begging for, driving into her with punishing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her desperate whimpers and my harsh breathing.
I reach around and find her clit, pinching the small bud. She clenches around me immediately, and I feel her getting close again.
“Don’t come yet,” I warn her as my hips snap against her ass. “Not until I tell you.”
“I can’t—I can’t hold it—” Her whole body is shaking. “Maksim, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I slow my thrusts to deep, grinding rolls that hit every nerve ending. “You’ll come when I say. Understand?” I say harshly as I pull on her ponytail to make her arch her back more. I hiss at the new angle and she cries out again.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I understand.”
I fuck her hard and fast until sweat is dripping down my back and she’s sobbing. The anger and need all blend together into something that feels almost transcendent.
“Maksim, please.” She’s begging now, completely uninhibited. “Please let me come. Please, I need—”
“Touch yourself,” I order as I slap her ass again. “I want to feel you do it.”
Her hand slides between her legs, and I feel her fingers brush against me where we’re joined. The sensation makes me groan. She works her clit in tight circles, and she clenches around me.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Let me feel it. Show me how much you need this.”
She’s so close I can feel her trembling on the edge. I change the angle slightly, hitting deeper, and she cries out.
“Now,” I command, my breathing ragged and harsh. “Come for me now.”
She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing.
The feel of her coming around me is almost too much as she gushes around me and how she’s gasping my name.
I pull out quickly and flip her onto her back, needing to see her face.
Her eyes are glazed and unfocused and animalistic pride rushes through me.
I did this to her. I slide back inside her and she whimpers, oversensitive but still pulling me closer with her legs.
“Again,” I tell her, my hips already grinding into hers. “Give me another one.”
Her eyes are wide now. “I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” I pin her wrists above her head again with one hand and use the other to tilt her hips up, changing the angle. “You’ll give me everything, Aria. If you won’t tell me your secrets, you’ll give me this.”
I fuck her through the aftershocks of her first orgasm, building her up again. She’s so sensitive that every thrust makes her gasp and squirm, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Her eyes are locked on mine and they’re dark and vulnerable.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intend. “Let go. I’ve got you, moya.”
Mine. Another endearment from before.
She comes again with a broken sob, tears sliding down her temples, and this time I follow her.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and let the orgasm tear through me, her name on my lips.
I’m collapsed on top of her, both of us struggling to breathe.
Usually by now she’d be pushing me away and creating distance.
But tonight she doesn’t move. Her arms come around me, holding me close, and I can feel her trembling.
“Aria?” I lift my head to look at her.
She’s actually crying now as she clings to me.
“Hey.” I pull out carefully and roll to my side, bringing her with me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But she’s holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her from falling apart. “Everything. I don’t know.”
I wrap my arms around her small frame and let her cry against my chest. Whatever happened tonight terrified her and she’s seeking comfort through sex and this desperate physical connection we can’t seem to break.
“Talk to me,” I murmur as I gently remove her ponytail holder and run my fingers through her silken hair. “Please, Aria. Whatever it is, just talk to me.”
“I can’t.” Her voice is muffled against my skin. “If I tell you—if you know—”
“Then what?”
She doesn’t answer. She holds on tighter, her whole body shaking. I run my fingers through her hair still and down her back, trying to soothe her. What could have scared her this much?
“Maksim.” Her voice is so small I almost miss it. “Can we just…can we stay like this? For a little while?”
She wants to cuddle? My mouth dries. Something is seriously bothering her. “As long as you want.” I pull the blanket over us both. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She makes a sound that’s both a sob and laugh and presses closer, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
I hold her as she clings to me, concerned. Something has scared the shit out of her, especially once she saw Alexander. And I’m going to find out what.
But not tonight. Tonight I’m just going to hold the mother of my child and pretend that this desperate clinging means something. That we’re more than just two people destroying each other in the dark.
Even though we both know it’s not.