Page 61 of Paved in Hate

His mouth is latched onto my nipple in the next moment while he speeds up his fingers, quickly pushing me over the edge again. I’m no longer in control of my body. He’s steering this ship, and he’s determined to crash me against the damn rocks again and again.

“That’s two, sweetheart, and here comes three.”

I’m about to tell him that there’s no way in hell I can come again this quickly, but the words lie trapped in my throat, turning to a guttural scream as my body lets go again. I already know with every fiber of my being that tonight is going to be a night of him proving me wrong, of him pushing me past what I think my body can take, and of him reminding me again and again who owns every part of me.

“Feeling faint already?”

I’m having a hell of a time keeping my eyes even half open, but I’m coherent enough to see the smug look on his face before he slips his fingers from my pussy and licks them clean.

“Enjoy your breather,ptichka,because this is the only one you’re going to get.”

He lifts up, unbuckling his belt and popping the button on his pants while his eyes rake over my already spent body. My dress is bunched up and ripped open, my hair is a mess, my thighs are shaking, and I’m breathing like I’ve just run a mile.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling his zipper down and stripping out of his pants and boxer briefs. He gives another laugh when my eyes immediately zero in on his massive cock. He wraps his hand around his shaft and slowly strokes himself.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

“Yes.” My voice is barely more than whisper, already raspy from screaming his name.

He’s still smiling when he gets on the bed and hovers his powerful body over mine. He settles between my thighs so his thick shaft is pressed firmly against my pussy. With one slow rock of his hips, he drags along my lips as my nails dig into his shoulders and my back arches off the bed.

“So fucking wet,” he growls. “You’re already soaking me, baby.”

He keeps slowly working his hips, gliding along my sensitive folds until I’m begging him to fuck me.

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Show me how much you want it. Let me feel you come again. I want to feel your pussy lips clenching as you scream my name. I want to feel how fucking desperate you are to have me inside you.”

“I can’t take any more.” My words come out as a breathless plea that he ignores with a smile, pressing harder against me so every stroke hits my overly sensitive clit.

“You’re such an ass,” I growl right before another orgasm hits me. His deep laugh mixes with my ragged scream of pleasure and when he feels my release hit his cock, he groans and cups one of my tits, pinching my nipple hard so there’s a tinge of pain with the ecstasy he’s giving me.

When I start to come down, he circles his hips, sending aftershocks through every part of me as he lowers his head and slowly runs his tongue over my throbbing nipple. By the time he starts to slide into me, I’m barely hanging on.

“Vitaly,” I gasp, feeling him spread me to the point of pain.

“I’ve got you,ptichka. I’ve always got you.”

The heat of his breath hits my wet nipple as my fingers run through his hair. He slams into me, keeping a pace that makes it impossible for my body to resist him. I pull his hair, wanting his mouth on mine, and when he gives me what I want and I feel his warm lips on mine, I kiss him like I’ll never be able to stop. Part of me fears that I’ll never be able to pull away from him, that I’ll suffocate before I break contact for air, the other part of me doesn’t give a flying fuck if I suffocate beneath him. That’s the part I listen to, and by the time the next orgasm hits me, I’m already seeing stars.

“I can’t.” I mean to cry it out, but the two words become little more than a ragged whisper, barely heard over our mixed groans of pleasure and the sounds of our bodies coming together with every hard thrust he’s giving me.

His teeth graze my bottom lip before he growls, “You can, and you will.”

He’s not going to take pity on me or give me the mercy I’m begging for. He’s dead set on destroying me in the best way possible, and god help me, I want him to. I want him to obliterate every part of me. I want him to burn me to ashes, so he’s forced to breathe me in. I want to mark him and claim him just as much as he’s doing to me. I never want to be free of him. I always want us tangled up together and so closely connected that there will never be any separating us. I know what life is like without Vitaly, and I never want to experience it again.

His thrusts become deeper and harder as his kisses turn slower and sweeter, and the combination has my mind completely shutting down. All I can do is feel, and in this moment I give him everything, every fucking part of myself. When I start to come again, my ears are ringing, my vision is spotty, and I know I’m about to pass out. My breaths are erratic, my limbs weak, and the last thing I remember is Vitaly’s whispered “I love you,” before everything turns black and I lose myself in a dark, peaceful bliss that I never could’ve imagined existed.

When I wake, it’s still dark outside and there’s a tattooed arm wrapped tightly around me. Even though I’m still exhausted, I’m smiling like an idiot. Happiness is never anything I thought I would have. It didn’t even factor into my thinking, because I just assumed I’d never have it, but Vitaly makes it happen so effortlessly.

His chest is pressed against my back, and the deep, even sound of his breaths lets me know he’s still asleep. I’m using his bicep as a pillow, and with his arm stretched out, I’m able to see the magpie tattoo. I still can’t believe he did it. No one’s ever paid any attention to my art, but Vitaly loved it so much that he chose to have it permanently marked on his beautiful skin.

Being careful to not wake him, I lift my head and press my lips against the bird, giving it a soft kiss. As soon as he feels my mouth on him, he lets out a masculine groan and tightens his grip on me, pulling me back against him as he nuzzles his face against my neck.

“Morning,ptichka.” His voice is still thick with sleep and sexy as hell. The hard length of him presses against my bare ass, reminding me of everything that happened last night, or at least everything I can remember.

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