Chapter 25
NATALIA
Leks Zhukov loves me.
I feel like my heart is glowing in my chest, that’s how obvious my happiness is. I want him, I need him, and he’s about to give me everything I want.
“Natalia, we don’t have to. Nothing has changed.”
Everything has changed. Not just because of the words we said. I’ve never trusted someone the way I trust Leks. I know he’s not using me — that might have been what brought us together, but not anymore.
“That’s a lie, Leks. This is different.”
He kisses me again, his lips claiming mine and his teeth clashing against mine.
I pull back.
“I love you.” I want to test out how it sounds, saying it properly.
Leks smiles. A proper, wide smile that he so rarely gives.
“I love you too, zolotse.”
I pull him on top of me, my nails raking at his back.
“You really want to?”
“Please.”
“Thank fucking God.” His voice drops into a possessive growl.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” His voice is a low murmur against my neck.
“Like, once a day?”
That’s how often I think about Leks. Before bed, I let my mind get carried away with me and imagine what it would be like if he decided to take me on our wedding night.
Leks lets out a snort.
“Way off. Try every single second.”
“That’s physically impossible. There’s no way—”
“You think I’m exaggerating, zolotse? Your face is burned into my eyelids. This pussy. These tits. I simply can’t get enough.”
“At least you don’t have a photographic memory.”
He growls. “You mean you get to have fantasies about me in HD?”
I blush. “They are pretty accurate.”
“Better than the real thing?”
There’s an edge of envy to his voice, like he’s jealous that he’s already fucked me in my dreams.
I shake my head. Nothing can compare to the feeling of Leks touching me. His hands on my waist, on my breasts, tangling in my hair. Rough, hot hands that claim every part of me.
“Have you ever taken someone’s virginity?”
“Never. I was the guy girls came to for a good time. Not boyfriend material.”
I don’t know why, but I’m glad. I would be irrationally jealous if any other girls had given Leks their virginity.
I pull his head down to me to murmur in his ear. I like that, even though he’s bigger and stronger than me, Leks lets me move him around.
“Well, I think you’re boyfriend material,” I murmur against his jaw, before kissing his neck.
“Hey, that’s husband material, to you.” I can feel the low rumble of his laughter in his throat. “And right now, zolotse, your husband is hungry.”
He makes his way down between my legs, one hand pinning my hips to the bed while his tongue roams everywhere. This is what I’d expected from him on our wedding night — the animalistic, pure need for me.
His mouth on my pussy is a familiar sensation now, but it’s still as delicious as it was the first time. The low groans in his throat when he tastes me only make me want him more.
He’s pure efficiency with one purpose — getting me ready for him.
His lips and tongue tease my clit like crazy while his fingers stretch me open.
My hips buck against his face, but he doesn’t stop when my orgasm hits.
He just keeps going until I’m right on the verge of another one, then he pulls back.
I whine with disappointment. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I nod, and he strokes my hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not done.”
He props himself up on his arms above me and reaches for a condom. I place a hand on his wrist to stop him.
I don’t want that. He probably used a condom with other women in the past. But he won’t wear one with me, his wife.
“I want to feel you. Just you,” I beg him, still feeling light-headed from my orgasm.
Leks lets out a hard, surprised breath. He tosses the condom over his shoulder. “As if I could be any harder right now, zolotse. You want me to fuck you raw? Do you want my cum inside you, too?”
“I want it all,” I breathe.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Leks wraps his hand around his cock for a few strokes and I stare. That thick, giant thing is somehow gonna have to fit inside me. He gives a smirk at the look on my face, but the truth is, I do love watching him touch himself.
As he lines himself up on top of me, I can’t help but wonder what will happen. If there’s something wrong with me that means it can’t work.
“Worried?”
I shake my head against the pillow.
“Liar.”
His cock lines up with my entrance and lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he coats himself in my wetness. I feel shaky with need as his cock rubs against my clit and over my pussy, again and again. I let out a gasp.
“You ready?”
I nod.
Then I tense up beneath him.
I’m braced for discomfort. Leks shakes his head at me.
“Zolotse,” he strokes my hair. “Don’t be nervous.”
He exhales through his nose, then leans forward and kisses me hard. I can feel his urgency in the sweep of his tongue, in the way his teeth drag against my lips. When he pulls back, his breath is ragged.
He rolls his hardness against me and I let out a moan.
“That’s more like it. I’m going to make this good for you. If it hurts too much, I’m gonna stop. You need to talk to me.” He brings his thumb to my clit and a whimper slips straight from my throat.
“That’s it, princess. This might hurt, at first. But then you’re going to love it.”
He’s right. As he pushes inside me, I try to concentrate on the fact that this is Leks, that it’s going to be okay, but the sharp pain is overwhelming. At the same time as it feels like he’s ripping me in half, an irresistible, aching pressure forms between my legs.
I let out a half-sob, half-whine. Leks pulls out, looking concerned.
“Nooo,” I moan. I want him back inside me right fucking now.
The quick movement, the friction… Holy God. That felt good.
“Zolotse, you’re okay? Because you just got blood all over my cock.” His voice is ragged with arousal, his eyes pitch black with need.
“Do that again,” I tell him.
Leks presses himself at my entrance again, his cock slick with my blood and juices. He does another shallow thrust, pulling a moan from me. He’s still stretching me open, but in the best way.
I want more.
His face is caught between pleasure and concentration as he slides himself inside me gradually, every push inside me deeper than the last. Every extra inch hits a new spot inside me.
“Deeper,” I plead with him. “I can handle it.”
The throbbing between my legs is subsiding into something irresistible. He gives one powerful thrust, seating himself all the way in, and lets out a groan. I feel his cock jerk inside me.
I bite my lip, not sure if that’s a problem. I have no idea if I’m doing this right.
When I look up at Leks, his face is more focused than I’ve ever seen him. His midnight blue eyes blaze on mine when I look up at him.
“Is this… bad?” I ask him, rolling my hips.
Leks huffs out a breath. “Zolotse, I am concentrating so hard not to come right this second. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
From his expression, he’s not just saying that. Leks looks desperate. I shudder as he slides a knee between my legs, spreading me apart wider. He sinks deeper and lets out a groan of relief. I’m sure that there can’t be much more of him, but when I glance down, he’s only half inside me.
“You’re not on birth control, right?”
I shake my head. There’s never been any reason for me to take it — men were hardly allowed in the same room as me.
“You know that you could get pregnant?”
I reach for Leks’s face and pull him down to my mouth. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not so virginal that I don’t know what sex does, Leks. I want you to give me every part of you, whatever the consequences. I don’t care.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes, driving his cock into me in a way that knocks the air out of my lungs. “Since when did you have such a filthy mouth?”
“I learned from the best,” I gasp.
Leks loops one of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle, and drives into me. He hits a spot inside me that makes me lose the ability to speak.
I’m so full of him that I can barely think straight. He’s fucking me fast and rough now, pulling my hips towards him, pinning me in place so that I have to take his thrusts all the way.
I lose myself around him, my head falling back to the pillow as my orgasm spreads a tingling weight through every limb.
“Fuck, Natalia. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
My eyes flutter open to see his face utterly gone with pleasure. He’s panting with arousal, his torso slicked with sweat as he pounds into me.
It’s only now that I realize how restrained he’s been.
He’s fucked my face, he’s made me come seven times in one night, he’s handled me roughly — but he has never been so out of control that he can hardly talk.
He’s never looked the way he does during one of his fights, primal instinct instead of man.
“Is this okay?” He manages to grunt. “Fuck. You’re. Just. So. Tight.”
“Leks,” I gasp as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere, heat exploding at my core. He can feel it too, his face clouding with pleasure and his thrusts becoming more determined. He bottoms out inside me. Again and again and again.
Until he fills me up with a rush of hot seed that is absolute bliss.
“Oh my God.” I gasp when we’re done, loving the feeling of being filled with him. Claimed by him.
“Fuck,” he groans, crushing me into the mattress as he finally relaxes, spent. “Fuck, zolotse, there’s so fucking much.”
Leks rolls over and pulls me on top of him, stroking lazy patterns on my skin. Goosebumps follow his touch.
I just fucked my husband. I kiss him and he pulls me tight against him.
“Was that okay, Natalia?” His murmur is rough with affection. “If you didn’t, you ca—”
“Shut up,” I tell him. “I loved it. Can we do it again?”
He chuckles, showing me his hardening cock. “We sure can, babygirl. As long as it doesn’t hurt you.”
I can’t help but think that even if it did hurt, I’d still want him to keep going.