Page 113 of His to Own

Maxim stands there, looking like a Greek god as he stares down at me. No more hiding. There’s no going back after this.

Without a word, he kneels between my legs. His hands trace over my hips and breasts. Gentle. So gentle I could cry.

I gasp and arch into him.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growls.

I believe him. Despite all the ways my father made me feel horribly ugly, Maxim has made me feel beautiful. I know he means it. The truth is written all over his face.

“I’m ready,” I say. Not a whisper. A statement. I want to use my voice.

Maxim gives me an indulgent smile as he wraps my legs around his waist. I can feel his length against my inner thigh. He pushes my hair out of my face as he presses our bodies together. Chest to chest. Never have I felt this close to another human being in my entire life.

He grabs his length and lines it up to my entrance. Our eyes lock. And as I inhale, he slowly thrusts his erection into me. I exhale as he sinks in deeper.

The pain of it makes me wince and whimper.

“You’re ok,” he murmurs. His length continues deeper until it’s fully seated inside of me. “You’re ok, baby. Elena. My Elena.”

My Elena. I love the sound of that. Maxim’s control once frightened me but now it excites me. I want him to take away every pain and fear I’ve ever had.

My hands rest on his chest. For a moment, I’m not sure if I’m going to push him away or pull him closer. “It hurts.”

“It won’t forever. I want you to enjoy this. Let me help you enjoy this. Just trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

A pang of jealousy hits me. All the women he’s been with before. But it was because of that experience that he knows how to make this good for me.

Maxim slowly rocks his hips against mine. I whimper and clutch his chest. Slowly, the pain disappears and is replaced with a deep, dull aching pleasure inside my body. It reaches parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

“Oh,” I gasp when he thrusts into me harder.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Tell me you like this.” He sounds desperate, like he’s trying to keep himself at bay but he’s struggling. It helps me to know that I’m not the only one.

“I like it,” I whisper.

“Use your voice, Elena. I want to hear you.”

“I like it,” I say louder. My legs wrap around his waist tighter.

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs before his lips collide with mine. The kiss is hot and passionate as he drives his length deeper into me. I’m being consumed by him. Fully and utterly consumed.

I match his pace once I get the hang of it. It’s actually not hard. I now know why people always say sex isn’t rocket science. It’s natural as breathing. Doing what feels right.

In one motion, Maxim sits up, bringing me with him. I’m now straddling his waist. In this new position, I can sink deeper onto him. My gasp gets caught in my throat.

“How does this feel, baby?” He grabs my hips and lowers me onto his length. A huge flare of arousal hits me. I can feel it all the way in my fingertips and toes. Even my head tingles.

“Maxim,” I gasp, clutching his shoulders. We’re eye to eye. There’s no hiding like this. No more.

My breasts brush against his chest as I lower my body onto his length. It all feels so good, like heaven on earth. I’ve never been religious despite my parents taking us to church but in this moment, I believe in God. I believe I can be happy.

He never looks away as he claims my body. No fear in his eyes. Only lust and experience.

Maxim grips my backside and pulls me harder onto his erection. I choke again on my gasp. “I want you to scream for me, Elena. Fuck, I need to hear it. I need to hear you fully let go with me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper.

Our lips brush but we don’t kiss. The hot, passion of it all is almost too much to bear. Our breath mingles together.