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“Is it all in?” she whispered, her chest rising and falling.
I pushed deeper until her pussy swallowed half my cock, then I seamlessly pulled out, her tension easing as I withdrew. My eyes darted to the blood on my cock, and a smile played on my lips.
Repeating the same process, I was back inside her in no time. Her warmth enveloped me, a velvet grip that squeezed the breath from my lungs. As I slid in, her muscles rippled around me like a gentle caress, her body yielding to mine.
I lay on top of her, my body against hers, as I reclaimed her cherry lips. She accepted my tongue, twirling mine in her mouth as I gently thrust into her pussy. Her hands were all over me, her hips bucking.
She was so wet that her pussy had now swallowed the totality of my cock. I was deep inside her, penetrating her as cautiously as I could, even though all I wanted was to fuck her dirty.
“Don't hold back,” she moaned in my ear, her fingers digging into my back. “I know you don't want to.”
I looked at her, eyes squinting as if to confirm I'd heard her correctly.
“I'm yours, aren't I?” Her legs locked around my waist, teeth seductively grazing over her lower lip. “Then do whatever you want.”
Instantly, it was as though the beast in me had been awakened. A sly smirk twitched on the corners of my lips as my hand gently grabbed her neck.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth and her hips adjusting beneath me. Wren was ready to take me.
With my palm delicately choking her neck, I rammed her pussy vigorously, her pleasure-filled shrills vibrating through my chest. She raked her fingers along my back, her nails digging into my flesh and inflicting me with a sweet pain.
Her titties bounced back and forth to the rhythm of my moves, and soon, I grabbed them with a swift motion. I squeezed, sucked, and squeezed some more, reveling in the melodious sound of her moans.
She was writhing beneath me, her arms wrapped around my body as I kept fucking that pussy, feeling her sweaty skin against mine. I drove into her, my thrusts powerful and relentless as our bodies collided, flesh meeting flesh in a rhythmic crash.
My hips pounded against hers, our labored breaths filling the room, mixing with the scent of sweat and passion that hung heavily. I ravished her, my hunger insatiable. The harder I rammed her, the louder her moans grew, a crescendo of pleasure.
She clung to me, her legs wide apart as I plunged deeper and deeper, the bed creaking beneath our weights.
My orgasm ripped through me, prompting a primal growl, my legs trembling as I was about to explode.
Groaning, I unleashed my passion, filling her up with my essence, her warm pussy accepting every drop. Her moans sent shivers down my spine as I emptied myself deep inside her.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies colliding with heavy breaths. “Fuck,” I panted, wiping a palm over my face, eyes fixed on this sexy woman staring back at me.
She was exhausted, her chest rising and falling with a satisfactory grin playing on her lips.
We looked at each other, amusement flickering in our eyes as though each of us had surpassed the other's expectations. She’d clearly surpassed mine.
This lovemaking had unlocked something in me, and I knew then and there that I was never going to lose this woman.
She was mine, and that fact alone brought me peace.
Chapter 14 – Wren
I sat in the backseat of the car, a subtle smile playing on my lips. My head rested against the glass as my mind analyzed the events of the last few days.
Contrary to what I'd initially thought, being married to Afanasy wasn't bad. If anything, it was peaceful and full of bliss, which was something I never imagined I'd find in this mansion.
Afanasy had proven to be more than capable of taking care of me in ways that exceeded my expectations. He'd managed to change my reality from bad to better, and now I was starting to believe this wasn't such a terrible idea after all.
He'd been sweet to me since the wedding, cracking me up with his good sense of humor, sass, and wit. The man had a way of bringing a smile to my face without even trying, and no matter how hard I fought him, I was unable to resist his charms.
As the days went by, I grew more and more comfortable around him, gradually slipping out of my shell. Something in me was starting to germinate—a feeling I couldn't quite quantify.
Things were moving too fast, and it all seemed too good to be true. Was this real? Did I really feel so safe and secure around the man who had kidnapped me and kept me prisoner in this mansion for months?
There was a tug-of-war between the part of me that enjoyed the way things were going and the other part that felt guilty for harboring such feelings for Afanasy. The man responsible for my present predicament shouldn't have this much of an effect on me. Yet, I couldn't help myself.