Page 63 of Born into Blood

Unable to resist any longer, I rock my hips, slowly fucking her as she comes down from her high. Cupping my face, she pulls me closer and kisses me slowly, neither one of us wanting to rush a moment of this. I lose myself in the feel of her, the smell of her, not just the light floral scent of her perfume or the vanilla from her shampoo, but the underlying scent of her, that’s what I crave, and it’s what I’ll never be able to get enough of.

“God, I love you, kisa.” I moan the words against her lips as she comes for me again, and this time I let go with her. She squeezes my pulsing cock, her body begging me for every last drop, and I’m more than willing to give it to her. An ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever known races through me, stealing my breath and making my hips stutter as my cock pulses one last time inside her and I let out a feral-sounding growl.

We’re both gasping for air, bodies covered in sweat, and my heart is racing so fast I’m convinced she must be able to feel it against her own chest. With her arms and legs still wrapped around me, she smiles up at me, brushing a strand of sweaty hair off my forehead.

“I love you, too” she whispers, giving me the sweetest smile and then letting out a soft laugh. “I’m going to be so sore, but that was definitely worth it.”

I’m still semi-hard and buried inside her with no plans to leave anytime soon. Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m so glad I waited for you.”

Her eyes start to go glassy, and I can tell she’s fighting it like hell, which only makes her voice all the more shaky when she says, “I’m glad I waited for you, too.”

I smile and catch a lone tear that manages to slide past her defenses. “There will never be anyone but you, Lara. I can promise you that.”

“Never anyone but you,” she whispers back. “I promise.”

I smile and say, “In my mind, we’re as good as married now.”

She gives a soft laugh. “You think so?”

“Yes.” I kiss her gently, letting my fingers graze her delicate neck. “But don’t worry, kisa, we’ll have a proper wedding. My family would kill me if I cheated them out of seeing us get married. They’d just make us do it again.”

She laughs, probably thinking I’m exaggerating, but I can already see the hurt look on my Uncle Vitaly’s face at being denied a chance to get everyone together to drink way too much and embarrass the hell out of me. He and the rest of my family had stayed up all night dancing and drinking at Dominic and Natalya’s wedding. They’d put the younger generation to shame, and my cousins and I had all bowed out long before they’d crawled their drunk asses to bed. I think Dominic’s Italian family was scarred for life at the sight of the crazy Russians and their impressive ability to hold some serious amounts of vodka. We all made sure to take a lot of photos and videos of the momentous occasion.

“Luka,” she gasps when I roll us over so she’s lying on top of me. I’m still buried inside her, growing harder by the second, and when she gives a cute wiggle, trying to readjust herself, I laugh and say, “If you’re trying to make it go down, that’s the wrong way to go about it.”

“It is?” she teases, rocking her hips and pulling a deep groan from my body at the slight glimpse of what it would feel like to have her take control and ride me.

“Fuck, kisa,” I growl, cupping the back of her head and filling my other hand with her ass. “Don’t stop, baby.”

She rests her hands on my chest, using me for leverage as she lifts up. I run my eyes over every inch of her. I’m like a man who’s been living in the dark, and she’s my ray of fucking sunshine. Running my hands up her arms, I feel the scars that decorate her skin, and it breaks my heart that she did this to herself, but she’s so goddamn wrong if she thinks it makes her ugly. It makes her a survivor. My girl is a fighter and fuck do I love that.

“Ride me, sweetheart,” I tell her, filling my hands with her tits and groaning when she starts to slide up and down the length of my shaft, the movements causing her tits to bounce in an hypnotic rhythm that I can’t look away from.

I watch Lara take her pleasure from me. She uses my cock to get herself off, and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I’m used to her shy looks and blushing cheeks, but seeing her carefree, wild side is my newest obsession. The closer she gets to her release, the less inhibited she becomes, and soon she’s throwing her head back and rolling her hips like we’ve done this a million times before. I love that I’m the only man who will ever be inside her and that her sweet pussy is the only one that will ever be wrapped around my cock.

“Luka,” she moans, grinding and rocking her hips as she chases her orgasm, getting closer and closer to the breaking point.

“That’s right, kisa. Be a good girl and come for me.” I grip her hips tighter while meeting her thrusts, burying myself as deeply inside her as possible while she lets out sexy little whimpers and her breathing picks up. Her nails dig into my chest as she tilts forward and takes what she needs from me.

“Fuck!” I growl when her pussy tightens around me and I feel the wet heat of her release soak my cock. Her greedy little cunt tears right through my restraint. Digging my fingers into her, I lift her up and down my length in a fast, brutal rhythm. Her body writhes against mine, the orgasm still consuming her, and when I start to come, I fist the back of her hair and pull her towards me, wanting to kiss her while I fill her tight pussy with my cum.

Every pulse of my cock is pure ecstasy, and I lose myself in her yet again. Her tongue runs along mine as she deepens the kiss and fists my hair, wanting me as close to her as she can get me. I feel the same way about her. Even when I’m buried balls deep inside her and her body is tightly clutching mine, it still doesn’t feel like enough. I will always want and need more of her, but knowing that it’ll never be enough isn’t going to stop me from trying to get my fill. If anything, it’s just making me all the more hungry for her. She’s turning me into an addict, always making me crave one more hit of her.

“Goddamn,” I groan, spilling the last of my seed deep inside her tight pussy, right where it fucking belongs.

She smiles against my lips and softens her body against mine. “Wow,” she whispers. “I can’t move.”

I give a soft laugh and she adds, “And I can’t feel my legs.”

Laughing, I give her ass a not-so-gentle smack. “Did you feel that, kisa?”

“No.”

“No?” I tease, running my fingers lightly over her stinging ass cheek. “Then maybe I should make the next one harder.”

“Don’t you dare,” she laughs. “I’m serious, though. I don’t think I can move. I hope you’re comfortable, because this is how you’ll be sleeping.”

“Baby, we can sleep like this anytime you want, and you don’t need to be able to walk. I can carry you anywhere you need to go.”

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