Page 17 of A Secretary for the Bratva Boss
I thrust, one sharp, deliberate movement.
She screams. Her back arches off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. A sharp, burning pain flashes in her eyes, followed by tears.
"Shh, shh," I murmur, not moving. I hold myself perfectly still, buried to the hilt inside her. I kiss her, tasting her tears. "It's done. It's over. The pain is gone,malen'kaya. It's just us now."
I stay still for a full minute, letting her body acclimate to mine, letting her feel me,allof me, stretching her, filling her.
Her breathing slowly calms. Her legs, which were tensed, relax, wrapping around my waist.
"Anton?" she whispers.
"I'm here."
I pull back, just an inch, and push in again. Slowly.
Her eyes flutter. A tiny gasp. Not of pain.
I do it again. Deeper.
"Oh..."
"Da," I whisper. "Like that."
I begin to move. A slow, deep, hypnotic rhythm. I'm teaching her, teaching her body to take mine, to love it. I watch her face. I watch the pain fade, replaced by a dazed, building pleasure.
This is it. This is the moment I'll own forever. Not just her body, but herfirst.
Her hips start to move, a timid tilt upward, meeting my thrusts.
"That's it, good girl," I praise her, my voice rough. "Take me. Take all of me."
I speed up the rhythm. The bed is groaning. The storm is raging. But the only thing in the universe is her face, her sounds, the feel of her, tight and hot, milking me.
"I'm... I'm close..." she gasps, her eyes rolling back.
"Not without me," I growl. I reach down, my thumb finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive. I press down, hard, at the exact same time I thrust deep.
Her orgasm is a detonation. She screams my name like a prayer, her body clamping down on me, trying to pull me deeper, to take everything I have.
That's all it takes.
Her, screaming my name, her innocence shattered, her body branded by my touch.
I roar, a primal sound that is lost to the storm, and I empty myself into her, my release a hot, violent flood. I'm claiming her, filling her, marking her as mine.
I collapse on top of her, my lungs burning, my heart hammering. I don't pull out. I'll never pull out of her.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against my sweat-slicked chest, burying my face in her damp hair.
She's crying. Soft, exhausted sobs.
"Shh," I murmur. "It's okay. You're okay."
"That... that was..." she can't finish.
"That was," I agree, "just the beginning."
I hold her, listening to the storm, her small, warm body curled against mine, my cock still buried deep inside her.
