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maggie

T he moment I finally let go, finally give into what I want, the flame snuffed out for so long re-ignites like one of those damn trick birthday candles.

I’ve tried so many times to blow it out, but it won’t go away.

And now the fire is spreading through every inch of me like my veins are filled with gasoline.

The feeling of his rough lips on mine, his hands furiously pulling me in close—God, I need this.

Relationships, thermostats, childhood trauma—none of that matters right now.

The tension between us has been unbearable.

I can’t take it anymore. If nothing else, we can just have one more night of fun.

Right, Melissa? Hello? Melissa? I feel like you’re not listening to me.

We can do this one more time and still be okay…

right? Of course, that bitch will not respond, other than beating furiously in my chest. Fuck her.

The passion between us is instantaneous and intense.

Our kiss doesn’t break as I fumble to undo the buttons on his shirt, finally succeeding and peeling it from his ripped chest as he lifts the bottom of my sundress, raising it to my waist. I pull back from him, his expression questioning, the look in his eyes wondering if I want to stop.

I don’t… I want more .

“Magdalina...if you don’t…we –”

“I want this. I want you ,” I say between panted breaths. “I just don’t want you to rip this dress. I like it. And in case you forgot, you still owe me for the last one you ruined.”

A deep laugh rumbles through his chest as I raise my arms, letting him pull my dress over my head and toss it to the side.

He doesn’t laugh much, but God, I love that sound.

I reach around my back to unclasp my bra, letting it fall between us.

His gaze runs from the lace on the floor slowly up my body as if it’s a line in the sand waiting for him to cross.

Standing in nothing but a thong, I lick my lips just as he swoops in, attacking me like the animalistic wolf he is.

He pulls me in, capturing my mouth as I open for him, his tongue stroking mine with a desperation I haven’t felt from him before.

Every stroke of his tongue against mine tingles with a warning—whatever happens next will change everything.

I don’t know if he’s ready. I don’t know if I’m ready.

But I need this man right now. He moves his kisses along my neck, sucking my skin enough to fill me with pleasure but not enough to bruise.

I lift my chin, giving him more access. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a love mark on my neck from this godlike man.

If it weren’t for having to wear a bridesmaid dress exposing my entire neck, I would beg him to leave a mark. Wolves mark their territory after all.

He moves from my neck down to my chest, taking one of my tits in his mouth, flicking his tongue over my hard, peaked nipple.

A hiss escapes me as he bites down, a slight zap of pain followed by a jolt of pleasure, adding to the growing slickness between my legs.

I need more. I lift onto my tiptoes, arching into his touch. This man has me so wet. I need him .

His hands grab my ass, squeezing each cheek with his insane grip strength as he picks me up, walking me over to what I assume is the bed. Instead, he walks us into the bathroom, setting me down on the marble counter, the cold sensation soothing my feverish skin.

I arch a brow, nipping at his lips. “You know, Wolfie, there’s a bed right over there.”

His wicked, hungry eyes look deeply into mine. “We have all night to use the bed. I want you here. Right where I stroked myself wishing I was fucking you. Imagining myself inside you. This is where I want you first, Magdalina.”

I groan at his admission, my body arching toward him.

“Then fuck me here, Vladi.”

He violently presses his lips to mine, reaching down to undo his pants as quickly as possible, shoving them below his hips—just enough to free the monster he’s had trapped in those tight ass pants all evening.

He pulls my panties to the side with one hand, the other gripping his hard cock as he rubs it up against my clit, coating himself with my desire.

I writhe on the counter, my ass nearly falling off the edge as my back rests flush against the mirror behind me, needing him inside me fast. He presses up against my entrance as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling myself toward him.

He growls, the sound rough with need, but quickly pulls back.

My pulse stumbles, nerves stinging with confusion.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he holds his palm over his face and fights with his breathing. “I didn’t pack any condoms.”

“Shit.” Shit, shit, shit! I want this so fucking bad. I chew the inside of my cheek. “I have an IUD, and I’m all good. No STDs. Are you okay with that?”

I watch a muscle jump in his jaw, his shoulders tight. “What the hell is an IUD?”

“It’s a little implant that keeps me from getting knocked up. ”

He considers my words for a moment, his gaze never leaving mine as he replies, “I am fine as well, but…are you sure? I’m sorry I didn’t pack any. I…I…” He pauses, his words falling short as he tries to offer me a reason.

“I don’t want an explanation right now. I only want one thing. You. Inside me. So, fuck me. Now . I’m telling you, begging you, to do it. So fucking do it.”

All his restraint snaps, and he shoves himself inside me without hesitating. The sting of his size fulfills an ache I’ve had for so long, my eyes roll back in bliss. My entire body feels feverish, my skin heated with want and need. Lord, forgive us for the chaos we’re about to unleash.

“You are so tight, lisichka . I have wanted this again for so long, desperate to be inside you for months. Fucking you like you deserve to be fucked.”

I find his eyes through my lashes. “And how do I deserve to be fucked?”

“Hard,” he says as he pulls out and thrusts deep inside me. “Fast-” he thrusts again, “-like you’re the only woman on this earth deserving of this.” His hips snap flush against my own, stars bursting across my vision.

I let out a loud moan, the warmth growing low in my belly almost unbearable.

This man does things to me I didn’t know were possible.

He places one hand on my hip, steadying me on the counter, the other reaching down to rub my clit, which makes me want to explode.

The heat. The tension. The giant cock ripping me apart is also ripping down walls I’ve stubbornly had up for so long.

His eyes catch mine, brimming with something wild, watching my every move as he thrusts in and out of me, the panties I’m still wearing a reminder of him jerking off with my stolen ones wrapped around his wrist a few nights ago.

I reach one hand up to palm his gorgeous tattooed pec, right over his heart, hoping to feel it beating and pounding only for me.

He takes in a sharp breath at my touch, his eyes widening as they darken.

He continues to drive himself inside me over and over, creating a friction I’ve been longing for as he leans down, colliding our mouths together once more.

He’s carnal in the way he drives into me, but his tongue caressing mine is passionate, gentle, almost as if he’s speaking without words.

He not only wants this—he needs this, needs me.

My muscles clench around him. God, I need this too.

He pants from the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, grabbing my breast and squeezing…hard.

I flinch, pressing into his touch. “ Fuck . That…God, that feels good.”

“You like a little pain, lisichka ?”

“Yeah…I like it a fucking lot.”

A wicked smile crawls across his face. I forgot how much I love that smile, how well matched we were the last time we did this. I want more. I reach down to rub the clit he abandoned to kiss me with such passion.

“Let me do that,” he growls, batting my hand away between panted breaths.

“I got this, Wolfie. I want to make myself come on your bare cock while you fucking squeeze the shit out of my tits. Slap them. Bite them. Whatever you want. Fucking make it hurt.”

“ Yebat ,” he murmurs in Russian, his expression feral, almost violent, as he glances between my eyes and my heaving chest. He squeezes my tit harder, and shit if that doesn’t feel amazing.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I whisper through gritted teeth, daring him to use his full force. “Come on, Wolfie, you know you want to slap these tits around. You’ve been dying to do this for months.”

The laser focus he has is all I need to know that this is what he wants.

He lifts his hand and slaps my tit from the side, brushing past my hard nipple, then immediately grabbing it and squeezing hard again.

I feel my clit pulsing beneath my fingers, his cock still sliding in and out of me as if it’s muscle memory to him.

He moves to the other side of my chest as he continues to do what I’ve asked.

Each slap back and forth, each thrust inside me, makes me nearly lose control.

“God, I’m so close, Vladi. Fill me up. Come with me. Fill my fucking cunt.”

He lets out a low moan, gripping both of my hips as he thrusts faster and faster, hitting a spot inside me that sends me tumbling over the edge.

I let go. I fall into the release I’ve needed from him for so long, my entire body shakes, my heart pounding like a bomb ready to explode for only this man.

He drives himself into me hard, staying fully inside me as he finds his release, pulsing his hips against mine in a rhythm I don’t ever want to stop.

Feeling him pressed against me, filling me completely in every way.

Strands of his hair fall forward, sweat dripping down his brow as he leans forward to press his lips to mine again, softly, almost sweetly, this time.

This kiss drives every rational, level-headed thought out of my head.

And my heart.

He shifts back, releasing himself from our kiss, and immediately looks to where we are still connected. He gently pulls out of me, his expression full of hunger at the sight before him.

“Magdalina,” he chokes out, “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and this…

” he places a finger against my wet entrance, pushing his release gently inside me, “seeing my cum dripping out of you, is breathtaking.” He is breathing so fast, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he takes in the result of our encounter.

“God, this is…I’ve never seen this before. ”

My post-orgasm self is tired as hell, but my pulse races at his words. Beautiful, breathtaking… Melissa, are you jotting this down?

“So…you’re saying I’m your first? ”

The corners of his lips curl as his laugh shakes both of us, his hand still bracing me on the counter. “In a sense, yes.”

“I’ve never let anyone come inside me like that either. I guess that makes you my first too.”

He scoops me up and places a quick peck on my lips. “Come, lisichka . We’re far from finished.”