Page 39 of Claimed By the Pakhan

I watch the stairs recede beneath me as he ascends them, my head hanging over his shoulder, my ass in the air. Darkness skirts around each step, the floor disappearing underneath me until like I’m floating.

The determined look written across his face suggests he always wins, never taking no for an answer, and while that terrifies the shit out of me, it makes me feel worth something.

Our lips collide frantically when we reach the bedroom, his tongue claiming my mouth.

We fight off each other’s clothes until we’re both completely naked. Cold air rushes straight to my pussy as I open my legs wide for him, teasing through my folds, begging for him to thrust inside.

His cock is the scaffolding keeping me up, stopping my life from completely falling apart.

I cling onto his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles work under my palms as he pays close attention to my body, sucking each of my nipples into his mouth.

Arousal bursts, sending a thousand volts worth of electricity shooting down my spine.

I grab his cock, wrapping both hands around it since it requires two. I can see why I agreed to walk down that altar. Any womanwould be begging to slip into a white dress and sayI doin front of this man. It’s easy to overlook the crimes, the murder and secrecy when Emil has a body built from the gods, his face equally perfect.

He’s the man every woman dreams of meeting, and when you cross paths, your biology never wants to say goodbye.

White-hot desire flashes behind my eyelids as Emil works his mouth down my body. He finishes sucking my nipples and trails kisses down my torso, arriving at the top of my pussy. He kisses my bikini line before venturing between my legs, skimming my thighs, raising them high in the air.

His tongue slides once over my pussy, and I explode without warning, electricity filling every cell in my body.

“You come so easily for me, spitfire. Pleasure is waiting for you on the other side of your stubbornness when you finally learn to let go,” he mumbles into my pussy, mopping up my wetness with his tongue.

“Get the fuck inside me,” I urge, my head crashing into the pillow.

“There she is,” he chuckles. “One orgasm is never enough to sate my little spitfire. You’re relentless,” he says between tongue strokes. “And fucking impossible to please.”

That resonates.

Emil wraps his tongue around my clit, squeezing tight, adding pressure.

Sparks from the orgasm still float through me. Energy never dies. It lives inside of you always, waiting to be ignited by the right person.

Emil snakes his hands around my hips, causing arousal to collect in the pit of my stomach again, a second orgasm pending.

The mattress lifts as Emil readjusts himself between my legs. Keeping my legs raised in the air, he gets onto his knees, tapping his cock against my pussy.

I’m flying too high to feel shame and embarrassment. My body jerks as he presses his cock against my clit, pleasure igniting in foreign areas of my anatomy. My body falls so easily for him, hypersensitive to every slight touch.

I’ll be his to own by the time he’s finished fucking me, my pussy craving him like a drug, but submission tastes far too sweet right now. The weaker I fall in the face of him, the more powerful he appears, and I’m counting on his strength to fix me.

I feel grounded, and yet paradoxically, I feel like I’m levitating, the concept of time and reality lost on me.

Emil finds my eyes through the darkness, asking for silent permission, which I give him instantly, nodding my head.

Why does giving into him feel so natural?

Emil thrusts his cock inside of me, stealing all the air from my lungs as I gasp.

“Fuck, Emil,” I groan, allowing myself to part around his cock.

My walls recognize him, welcoming him home after us being apart. Relief swims through me, like I can finally rest after being at war with my own mind.

“Harder,” I find myself moaning, my fingernails scraping against the headboard as I hold on for dear life, wanting him to obliterate me.

“You were hit by a?—”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Fog clears from my mind, uncertainty leaving my body with each thrust.