Avrora
Anatoli fucks me faster, showing no mercy as he drives me to orgasm while exerting his dominance.
He fucks me like he still wants to hate me, and like he wants to break every piece of my body and put it back together again, simply because he can. And I love it.
I love it the way an addict loves their favorite drug, and he’s my favorite mistake.
He fucks me like there is only me and only him, and whatever vendetta exists between him and my father is exactly that.
The mad rhythm makes me climax again and as I throw my head back, crying out from the wicked thrill, I remember that I told him I was his, and I feel like he owns me.
My body is spent and claimed, but he’s not finished with me yet.
He pauses his wild thrusts, pulling out of me so he can lift me off the table and bend me over it.
I’ve orgasmed twice, but his cock is still perfectly erect like he was made for fucking.
His warm, soft lips meet the shell of my ear and lick over the lobe. “This is how I wanted to take you when you first looked at me at your wedding.”
The wedding.
I remember how I felt, too, so I’ll stop pretending I didn’t feel that invisible thread of attraction drawing me to him.
I gasp when he plunges into me again, grabbing my hip with one hand and a fistful of my hair with the other.
When he starts moving his hips again, tunneling his cock into me, my senses explode and my soul is ripped apart by the havoc he’s wreaking inside my body.
“Oh my God!” My scream does nothing but join the chaos devouring me.
In this position I can feel all of him. The full extent of his cock and his desire.
His relentless pounding pushes me into a state of delirium. My head is spinning, my mind dancing on the edge of insanity, and I’m not even sure if I’m breathing.
A lifetime might have passed with him holding me in this state where all he does is own my body and give me pleasure.
Finally his cock goes rock-hard inside me and the warmth of his cum floods me, conquering the rest of me as he growls like a beast who’s captured his prey.
The force makes me climax once more, but I’m battered beneath him.
My hair is all over the place, and sweat has drenched my body.
With his slick body pressed against mine, we stay silent for several heartbeats.
The room smells like us. Like sex, passion, uncertainty.
I’m sure he must smell and feel it, too. It hit me as soon as I caught my breath. But he continues to hold me, and I don’t want him to stop.
When he does and pulls out of me, I feel like a piece of me is gone. His absence takes the pleasure away, leaving my body sore and sensitive.
Anatoli turns me to face him, and his cum runs down my thighs mixed with my virgin blood. We both look at it as if we’re analyzing the meaning of our essence combined.
For me, it’s hitting home that I just gave myself to him.
I did it despite Mikhail telling me he loved me, reminding me of the future we planned, and promising me he wouldn’t stop fighting to get me back.
I did it, and it felt right. It felt like my choice. As if it was the first time in my life I’d been given true freedom.
But what happens now?
What is Anatoli going to do?
The problem with pushing the mess aside is that it’s still there when you turn back to it.
In silence, he grabs a couple of napkins, and I’m surprised when he crouches down to clean me off.
I scan his perfect body and I can’t believe I just had him. While he was inside me, he was mine too.
A knock on the door ruptures the silence and I jump.
Anatoli’s fingers are still on my thigh, pressing into my skin.
“If you’re finished, we have things to do,” comes Gytha’s brazen voice.
Embarrassment rushes over me as I realize she heard us. She listened to us. The displeasure is in her voice, and I can imagine how much she’s seething.
It’s one thing to see us fooling around, but knowing we just had sex is another. Now I’m left to wait and see if he’s going to leave me to be with her.
He’s staring at the door like an internal war is raging in his mind, and all I can think is please don’t leave me.
Please don’t think of me as Uther Galitze’s daughter, but just Avrora.
I’m just Avrora.
As if he can hear me, he turns his head to face me and stands, towering me like a colossal giant. I’m tiny next to him, and I feel smaller.
He keeps his eyes pinned to mine, his throat working as he swallows.
I continue to stare at him with the same anticipation Gytha must feel waiting for his answer.
“I’m busy,” he calls back to her, and my eyes snap wide. “I won’t be available until tomorrow.”
With that, he reaches for me and scoops me into his arms, lifting me off the ground again.
“What are we doing?” I manage, pressing my nose into his hair when he pulls me closer.
“We’re not done yet.”