Page 23 of His Public Claim
He stops talking and goes to town on my pussy, which is feeling like a Stradivarius violin that has been passed from an amateur to a virtuoso. From me, a virgin, to him, a master.Mymaster.
“You’re the mistress of my whole heart,” he whispers, and I realise I said that aloud. “My one and only love.”
“Master.” I try it again. It feels right. I don’t mind giving myself over to a man who has proven he’ll protect and cherish me.
He hums his approval, and that’s when I feel his blunt fingertips at my entrance. “You’re not sore?”
“Please.” I’m a little sensitive from him taking my virginity. But as best I can with him holding me down, I try to get more. Of his hands, of his tongue. Just more Lev. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of him.
“Come for me, myshka.” Then his fingers thrust into my body, demanding entry. And I give it. He really is my master, and I’m his instrument, as the pleasure streaks up my spine. I can’t keep my eyes open. My hands find something to grip, as the bright sparks shower out from my clit. It’s amazing, all-encompassing. A scream tears from my throat and I jerk and shudder as the orgasm sweeps through me in white light.
It’s all the way to my toes, and makes me faint. But Lev keeps me grounded with his head between my legs, the rasp of his stubble, the softness of his tongue, and the growls of appreciation as he continues to touch me gently with his fingers and mouth. As the pleasure fades it’s replaced by a deep sensation of contentment. Like the very marrow of my bones has relaxed, knowing I’m in the right place, with the man who loves and understands me.
My soul mate.
“Lev.”
He raises his head, and his expression has so much love. It’s transparent. No hiding, no darkness.
“My myshka,” he murmurs. “Was that what you needed?”
“Yes. But you asked about life goals… Husband. I want you to be my husband.”
“Not half as much as I want you to be my wife.” In one movement, he’s scooped me up and is holding me to his naked body, chest to chest.
“And a baby.” I loose the words into his collarbone.
“Mmm,” he purrs. “We’ll start a family.”
He heard, and I’m simultaneously mortified and delighted. He lowers us back onto the sofa, me sprawled on top of him.
“I won’t stop until you’re mypregnant wife.”
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LEV
I kiss Nicole deeply, holding her hair in my fist and plundering her mouth with my tongue. I want to devour her. Owning her completely might never be enough. I’ve been obsessed with Nicole since the day I finally saw her as an adult.
The sun warms our skin. I love being in the light with her, face to face.
After two years of watching her from the shadows, and feeling sordid and dark. Furtive.
“Sit on me, myshka.”
She places her hands on my shoulders, and squeezes experimentally before pushing herself up. I groan as her breasts are exposed again. So gorgeous. Shifting around so my back is supported by the sofa and I’m almost sitting up too, her on my lap, I indulge for a second in how she’s displayed for me. For all my stalking of her, even during my public claiming of her virginity, I never dreamed we’d actually reach this point. Us, naked, together and in love.
“You want me to get you pregnant?”
“Yes.” Her eyes sparkle, appearing violet in the daylight.
“This time you’re going to own it. You’re going to take me.”
“What?” she laughs incredulously.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Not joking. Ride me,” I enunciate carefully. “We’re not hiding from each other anymore. Sit here and expose yourself to me.”
Ducking her head, she mutters, “I can’t do that.”
