30. Anton
ANTON
Dinner is forgotten as I lift her into my arms and carry her through to the bedroom – I have given the guards the night off, keen to have this place to myself, and even Maria has been dismissed by now, allowed to take some rest for the evening so I can pass it with Maya.
I didn’t expect it to be so... simple. Not easy, because it’s far from easy for me to admit to myself that I have been keeping too tight a leash on her and that I need to allow her to live her life how she wants to. But simple.
I’m a damn lucky man, that she is so willing to forgive everything that I have done to land her in this, to put behind us the mess that has tangled with our relationship for so long.
And I’m never, ever going to forget just how lucky I am.
I swear that to myself as I carry her over the threshold, her legs wrapping around me, her smiling mouth brushing against mine.
Her nails dig in to my back as I climb on to the bed, pushing down on top of her without once untangling our bodies.
When she feels this good, when her touch makes it seem as though everything between us has just fallen away, I’m not going to draw back for an instant.
I kiss her again, pushing her hair away from her face so I can give her all that I need – our tongues come together, and I’m reminded of the first night we met, her limbs tangled around mine on that tiny bed in her apartment.
I could never have known back then where it would lead us, this need between us, this heat, this passion, but it has never dimmed in all the time that we have been together, and I can’t imagine anything more important than proving that to her right here, right now.
I push her shirt over her heart, tossing it aside as I skim my lips down her throat.
Her body feels like it is pulsing with energy, a warm, abiding heat that draws me in deeper and deeper with every passing moment.
I wasn’t lying to her when I told her that her strength amazed me, that the depths of what she was capable of enduring seemed beyond the possibilities of any normal human.
But she is not normal. Far from it.
There is something extraordinary about her, something that lights a fire deep inside of me that I cannot deny, cannot even begin to hide from.
I continue downward, my hands coming to the loop of her jeans, pulling her against me so she can feel how hard I already am to be inside her right now.
She gasps, her back arching, and I grin as I make short work of her jeans and panties, tossing them to the ground before I dive back on top of her to continue our hungry make-out session.
My hand slips between her legs now that she is naked, her pussy already slick with wetness. I dip my fingers into her slit, grazing them just around the edge, and she slips her hand to my head, gazing up at me with those pleading eyes.
But that is not enough. I want to hear it from her.
“Say it,” I whisper to her, grabbing her hips, pulling her into me so I can remind her just what it is she is asking for. “Say it, Maya.”
She groans, grinning, as she squirms against me. She should be used to it by now, what I need from her, but she still seems to get a little bashful when the time comes.
Something I have to admit I find impossibly endearing, stirring up even more desire within me as I wait for her response. My cock pulses inside my slacks, pre-cum already leaking from my tip, as I will the words out of her mouth.
“Fuck me,” she finally breathes. The words sound so lewd and filthy coming out of her mouth, but that only stirs me to higher levels of need.
I kiss her frantically, our tongues meeting, teeth catching on each other’s lips, as I pull my cock from my pants and then grasp her hips to position her exactly how I want her.
I push her knees back, laying her out and open for me right then and there on the bed, looking down at her slick, wanting pussy.
Fuck. There’s is no way I will ever grow tired of her, of this, of what it feels like to see her practically pleading for me without words...
I plant myself at the entrance to her slit, and buck my hips to slip inside of her, the warmth and wetness of her tight pussy closing around me in a second. We both groan, the sensation, as familiar as it has become, still just as fucking hot as it was the first time I took her like this.
The angle I’m at, I can see her face, drink in every inch of her reaction to the way I make her feel.
I could get drunk on this alone, the intoxicating expression in her eyes as she feels me bury myself deep inside of her, and, as I pull back to thrust deep once more, I think I might just let myself do just that.
I move on top of her now, her knees still drawn back, our bodies coming together over and over again as I slowly rock my hips against her.
I can feel her rising to meet me, ankles hooked over my thighs as though pleading for as much as she can have.
Her breath is on my ear, her heart thumping against mine, every single inch of her body wracked with the sheer depth of our need for each other, and I know that I will not be able to keep myself from giving her everything.
She cups my face to bring me down to kiss her once more. I slow my pace slightly, enjoying this moment, determined to drag it out for just a little while longer, this delicious feeling of closeness that I cannot get enough of.
I can already feel my orgasm growing as I continue to move inside of her, deepening our connection until there is no space between us at all, until we are just two bodies entangled in the deepest way possible, letting ourselves get lost to the way that it feels, the way that we want one another.
I feel her chest stuttering as she tries to catch her breath, thighs twitching where they are pressed against my body, and I plant a kiss just below her ear before I whisper one last command to her.
“Come for me, Maya.”
And, as soon as she hears me say that, it’s like whatever she has been holding back just shatters in an instant.
Her body crumples against me, head against my shoulder, toes curling against me, her pussy clenching around me as she finally goes over the edge and into that release I need to feel from her.
God, I could live in this moment forever.
And I plunge deep into her one last time before I finish, filling her with my seed just like I did on the night we met, the night that I got her pregnant and all of this started in the first place.
I feel her fingers on the small of my back, pulling me in deeper, letting me finish inside her like she wants me to mark my territory once and for all.
And, as I sink on top of her, our bodies collapsing together, I grin against her neck. She might not want to be controlled by me…
But she still wants me, needs me, in ways that her body has never failed to express.
We stay just like that for a moment, both of us coming back down to earth after the scorching high we just experienced together. But then, she pulls back, and she looks at me with this gaze that speaks to something even deeper beneath the surface.
“What is it?” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers.
“I... I love you, Anton.”
For a moment, the words just sit there between us, as I try to make sense of them.
It is not that I haven’t felt that way about her, far from it; when Artem took her the second time, I would have made it my mission to get her back, because I knew that I loved her, even then.
But hearing them now, hearing her say them back to me, it’s something that I just want to rest in the comfort of for a moment before I respond.
I make no move to pull back from her; it only feels right that our bodies should be so deeply connected in the moment that I tell her this.
“I love you too, Maya.”
And we kiss again as she holds me there, with her in bed, like she never wants to let me go. I know how she feels. All this time, all this mess, all this hell that she has suffered through, and she is still here at my side. In my bed, in my arms, telling me that she loves me.
And I will spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make sure she knows I feel exactly the same way.