Page 118 of Silent Heart

“How can I not be?” I raised my hands. “You drop a bomb that we’re getting married, that I can spend recklessly so you can tear my clothing off, and you expect me to be okay with it? You didn’t even ask me properly.”

“Marry me.”

I ground my molars. “That wasn’t a question.”

“It wasn’t, but it’s going to happen.” He rubbed the flat of the knife against my clit. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” I panted, looking down between us.

“I said I’d never hurt you,” he whispered. “Look how wet it’s making you.”

It was.

I should have felt embarrassed to see my arousal glisten on the blade but I wasn’t.

“You can kiss me,” I rasped.

“Gladly.” He dropped the knife to the floor, where it clattered on the strip of wood between couch and rug. Lifting me, he held me easily over his face, kissing between my legs hard. There was nothing to grab and brace myself up here, so I balanced as best I could while he licked and tongued my pussy.

A soft sound of pleasure vibrated in my throat.

Kolya flipped me easily onto my belly, rolling aside before pressing against my back.

Before I could protest about the fairness of him still being clothed, he tugged his own shirt off before settling his weight on top of me.

“Do you need me to fuck you, babe?”

He slid a finger inside me.

“Kolya,” I groaned.

He slid in and out of me, before adding a second. “Yes or no, Harley?”

“Yes,” I choked into the sofa cushion.

This time, he added a third. Slowly, oh so torturously slowly, he slid in and out. I ground back into his touch, but it didn’t make him hurry.

“Yes…what?” he mused.

The man of few words sure was demanding when he wanted someone else to speak.

“Yes, Kolya, I need you to fuck me,” I panted.

He pushed my legs apart. His fingers disappeared. Before I could protest, he thrust into me.

I cried out, his name on my lips.

“Beautiful, you sound absolutely beautiful when you do that,” he chuckled, hot breath caressing my ear. “Now, let’s make you do it again.”

He did as he said he would. He fucked me hard. Each thrust pushed deeper. My body was made for his, enveloping his thick cock and shuddering as he pounded into me.

“And you’re ruthless when you do that,” I panted, bouncing up and down on his cock.

Kolya growled, picking up the pace and making me see stars. His hard touch was everywhere.

His voice low and dark, he promised, “I’m going to marry you, Harley. I’m not letting a formality come in the way of us being together.”

“You have to do it properly,” I croaked. “Ask my grandparent’s blessings. Get down on your knee. Give me a ring.”

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