Page 57 of Savage Pakhan

I love it when he makes that sound. The baritone slithers up my spine, promising me something wicked.

“Fuck, you taste even better with me inside you.”

Oh my god. I forgot.

Neither of us have showered since last night and his come is still inside me.

“Alek! No. We have to stop. Let’s shower first.”

He pins my wrists on either side of me, glaring at me from below. “Absolutely not. I love knowing I’ve been inside you. That I’m the only one who has been inside you. I love to taste my claim, Lyubimaya.”

He makes of show of locking gazes with me, his pink tongue licking up to my clit. I inhale a sharp breath, watching the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’m sure Alek will show me more as we spend more time together. I don’t know what else he could possibly show me, but I’m ready to learn.

I’m ready to feel and experience the life I was promised and never got.

I’m ready to lose myself in Aleksandr Bykov.

All I hope is that he keeps me there, inside his heart and mind so no one evil can ever find me again.

I’m not strong or brave enough to make it on my own. I know who I am. Sheltered and naive, born to be a pretty thing on a man’s arm. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But with Alek I’m more.

And I’ve never felt that before.

Being more.

Alek’s rough palms skim the inside of my thighs, each scratch of his callouses add to the sensations he is giving me, stacking every pleasurable motion he does higher and higher until desire explodes from me.

The tip of his tongue swirls around my clit, his lips wrapping around the nerves to suck it between his teeth.

I arch my back and cry out, my hands slapping onto the mattress, gripping the sheets, twisting them in my palms. I want to rip them from how good he is making me feel.

“Alek,” I whimper for him, wanting him closer, needing his skin against mine. “Alek, I need you.”

“You have me.” He kisses my inner thigh, then a sly smirk tilts his mouth to the left.

Grabbing my leg, he flips me onto my stomach, and crawls over me. His tongue finds my lower back and he licks up my spine. The sheen of saliva left in his wake and the air conditioning blowing through the vents has a chill sweeping over me even though I’m hot.

He kisses the back of my neck, his cock lying between the crease of each cheek. “Are you too sore?” He nibbles on the shell of my ear. “Cause I’m fucking dying for you, Mia.” His Russian accent becomes thicker, his breaths warm and quick against my skin.

I am sore, but I’ll never say no to feeling him.

For all I know, our time here at the cabin will run out. We can’t stay her forever and spending forever with him hangs in the air. I have to have him while I can. I have to experience his body against mine before I have to go the rest of my life without touching his chest or feeling the give of his lips against mine.

“A little, but I don’t care. I need you, Alek.” His hand fists my hair by the root and turns my head. “I need you so much I can barely breathe.”

His brows pinch together in thought as if he is in pain. Alek in the next second swoops down, pressing out bodies together, even taking my lips in a searing kiss.

I’m flat on my stomach yet I can feel him adjust, reaching down between us to guide his cock in.

I grip the edge of the mattress for support, my lips parting on a soft gasp as I press my forehead against the bed. His cock drives inside me. He isn’t careful. Not like he was last night.

“Mia,” he moans down my throat, his tongue plunging into my mouth to deepen the kiss. “I can’t get over how good you feel, how perfect you are, how this pussy was made for me. I fucking knew it. I fucking knew you were meant to be mine.” He grabs onto my hip and curls into me, his girth stretching me wide with every stroke.

“Just look at you.” He sits up and all I have is what I can see when I look over my shoulder. “I don’t think any man has ever had the view that I have because no other man has ever had someone so beautiful and perfect beneath them.” Those traveling palms slip across my backside, gripping the flesh hard and unforgiving.

It hurts in the best way because I know he’d never actually hurt me.