Page 42 of Torn Souls

I know she may not trust me completely, but she will. In time.

Crawling up her body, her soft skin calls to me. My lips slide along her body, kissing, nipping, and sucking as I move over her. Her legs fall open, welcoming me into the cradle of her thighs.

My cock, hard and ready, rests between the lips of her pussy and allowing me to feel just how soaked she is for me. I should worship her. I should take my time.

Oaklynn must see the indecision written on my face because she reaches up and cups my jaw in her small hands. The way her fingers feel against the stubble has me thinking about burying my face between her thighs to abrade them. I want her to be able to feel me for days. Everywhere.

“I don’t need you to be gentle with me, Kirill,” her voice is a seductive rasp. My eyes narrow as she looks at me and a soft pink colors her cheeks. “I’m not a virgin. I was never going to allow my father to use that against me. It was going to be my choice who I gave my body to,” she sighs, a look of sadness flitting across her face for a moment before she adds, “at least the first time.”

“He’ll never hurt you again,” I snarl the words.

I slam my mouth down on hers, the kiss is all teeth and tongue. It’s dark and desperate. It’s everything I knew it would be and so much more.

Her back arches and she moans, “Kirill, I need you.”

“I’ll always give you what you need,Solnishko,” I vow.

Reaching between us, I grip the base of my cock and slide the head up and down her dewy slit. When I notch myself at her entrance, I punch my hips forward, needing to feel her pussystretch around my cock. The gasp that comes from our woman is a sound mixed with pleasure and pain.

It’s music to my fucking ears.

“The next time I’m inside you,” I pant, “you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can slap your perfect ass as I pound into you.”

Her walls clamp down around me as she gets slicker, telling me exactly what she thinks about my demand. And it is a demand.

Our tongues tangle as I start to move my hips, fucking her hard while keeping my pace steady. I’m not chasing my nut; I want this to last as long as possible.

“So tight,” I grunt. “Never want to leave your sweet cunt.”

Oaklynn’s eyes are glassy with pleasure as her legs wrap around my hips and she uses her heels like spurs against my ass, encouraging me to fuck her faster. But I don’t lose my rhythm and she’s going to learn that she’s not in charge. Not when I’m buried inside of her.

I prop myself up on one forearm near her head as my other hand comes up and wraps around our woman’s delicate throat. Her body relaxes underneath me and her eyes flare with curiosity.

She might not be a virgin, but it’s clear there is so much she hasn’t explored. I’m more than happy to be one of the men who shows her just how much pleasure her body is capable of feeling. It’ll be my greatest joy.

When I speed up just a little, our woman angles her hips just enough that she’s moaning and panting with every stroke. Every glide against her g-spot has her getting closer to her release.

I know it’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Her face is so expressive. The way her eyebrows are pulled in slightly in concentration, her lips parted with panting breaths, and her cheeks pink with pleasure.

“So full,” she moans, her hips moving to meet my thrusts and her nails digging into my back.

It’s almost too much. Her arm wraps around my neck, pulling me down to her to fuse our mouths together. I swallow down the whimpers coming from her as I start to fuck her harder.

The need to blow inside of her, to paint her walls with my cum is almost too much. The thought of her getting pregnant, of her carrying our child, has my balls drawing up and my entire body tingling. It isn’t the right time, not with my enemies.

But, then again, is there ever a right time? I’ll always have enemies. There will always be someone who wants to take the power I’ve secured away from me.

The only thing that will keep our woman safe is to be stronger, faster, smarter, and more than willing to kill anyone who even looks at my family sideways.

“Fuck,” I grunt against her lips, “your pussy is begging for my cum, isn’t it,Solnishko.”

Her walls flutter around my shaft and I give her neck a squeeze, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to remind her of the power I hold in my hands. I pull back enough to look down into her lust darkened eyes to find them glazed over and begging for more.

“Touch yourself,” I command, “I need you feel you come all over my cock.”

Her hand snakes between our bodies and I know the moment she touches her clit because her back bows off the bed and she lets out a gasp. My hand tightens just a little bit more around her neck. The tension mounts with every thrust, pushing us closer and closer to the edge.

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