Page 157 of Blackwood

I nod. Gasp. Moan.

“Say it.”

“You. Lex, you.”

“That’s right, baby. This pussy’s mine.” He bites the word like it’s sacred. “Mine to stretch. Mine to ruin. Fucking mine.”

Then his mouth drops to my breast, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth before grazing it with his teeth just enough to make me arch and cry out. My back bows off the bed, fingers clawing at his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something before I come undone.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he rasps, pulling back just far enough to meet my gaze.

“I want you to fucking look at me when you come. See who does this to you, so you always remember who it is that makes you fall apart.”

“Say it to me in Russian.”

He grins, voice low and demanding. “Glaza na menya, malyshka.”

I bite my lip, dizzy with it. “Fuck, I love when you say it like that.”

His smile goes feral. “You like that, huh?”

His hips slam forward, again and again, and I shatter. Right there under his stare. My eyes lock with those wild, ice-blue ones, as the orgasm rips through me like a supernova. My legs shake, my nails dig into his back, but I don’t look away.

Ican’t.

That’s what does him in. Lex groans loud, low, and wrecked. His hips stutter, stammer, losing rhythm. He drops his head for a second like he’s about to fall apart, but I grab his face in both hands.

“Eyes on me,” I whisper, voice shaking. “That’s your rule.”

His mouth curls into the faintest, filthiest smile. “Yes, malyshka.”

And then he breaks. His whole body tenses, a guttural sound punching from his chest as he spills inside me, deep and hot and claiming. He doesn’t stop moving, just rocks into me slower now, dragging it out. Breathing hard. Whispering my name like a fucking prayer.

“Bella. Bella…” Like if he says it enough, the world will reset.

When it’s over, he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t roll away. He just drops his forehead to mine, breath tangled with mine, still inside me. Still holding me.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers.

“Good,” I whisper back.

Lex groans as he finally pulls out of me, his body still trembling from the high. I’m sore, slick, and utterly wrecked, but I’ve never felt more wanted in my life.

He flops down beside me, chest heaving, skin burning hot. Then he reaches for me. He doesn’t say a word, just pulls me onto his chest, arms wrapping around my waist like he can’t stand not touching me. I melt into him, cheek pressed to his heartbeat, legs tangled with his.

We’re both sweaty, breathless, and there’s a slow, messy trail of him leaking out of me. Lex doesn’t care. He tucks my hair behind my ear, gaze soft now, voice low and full of something real.

“God, I fucking love you, malyshka.” His fingers trace down my spine, a lazy, possessive touch. “So damn much.”

I smile, still catching my breath, but he’s not done.

“Bella, I—”

Beep-beep.

Beep-beep.

The front door unlocks with a mechanical click. We both freeze. I whip my head toward the door. Lex sits up, muscles taut, heart pounding under my palm.