Page 45 of Cruel Russian Pakhan

And still, she chose me.

That shattered the last thread of control I was holding on to. My possessiveness roared violently. I needed her. Now. I kissed her hard and long.

When I pulled back, she was breathless beneath me, eyes locked on mine.

“Do you trust me to make you feel good?”

Her voice trembled. “Yes.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I made my way back to her thighs and slowly pushed off her panties. This time she didn't stop me. I moved until I was between her thighs, her feet flat on the bed, her light blonde curls glistening with her arousal.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

Then I made love to her pussy with my mouth. I switched between licking, sucking and teasing her folds and clit, loving how her juices dripped from her, coating the sheets below as her legs trembled.

“Lev…please…” she begged.

“Please what, Katya?”

“I need to feel you inside me…”

Her voice trailed off as I gave one last slow lick between her folds, luxuriating in the way she tasted, and kissed my way up her trembling body. Her lips met mine, soft and hungry, and when I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, she eagerly wrapped her legs around my waist.

I started to ease into her and she tensed. I swallowed a groan, burying it against her mouth.

“Katya…” My voice was hoarse. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She nodded, but her body didn't relax.

I kissed her, licked at her nipples, distracted her with soft whispers and gentle bites as I pushed deeper, my cock easing past the tight resistance of her untouched muscles inch by fucking inch. My body screamed to take her fast, to claim her hard, but I held back, every muscle locked, starving to feel her warmth around me.

Finally, I was buried fully inside her.

Fuck.

I had to shut my eyes for a second, just to stay in control. She was tight and hot and fucking perfect in a way that I could've never in my wildest dreams imagined.

“You okay?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice.

She nodded again, her eyes glazed.

“It’ll sting a little when I move…but I promise you, Katya, I’ll make it good. I’ll make it unforgettable.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I braced my palms on either side of her head, drinking in the sight of her laid out beneath me, flushed, lips parted, completely under my trance, and I began to move slowly.

I watched every flicker of sensation chase across her face. Her discomfort faded, and was replaced by wide-eyed wonder as her fingers dug into my biceps.

I shifted my position, to kneel between her thighs, the heel of my hand grinding against her clit as I quickened the pace.

“Lev!” she gasped.

She grabbed the sheets below her, her hips rolling wildly as lust danced in her eyes. Her moans became louder, erotic short bursts of screams.

“That's it, Katya. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock,” I growled against her throat.