Page 109 of Konstantin

He forces his fingers inside me at the same time, causing me to quiver, every cell in my body pulsing with need. His tongue is relentless, working my clit, sinking into me while his thumb works my center before he sucks my clit into his mouth. My eyes roll back, every part of me unraveling, the need spiraling inside me until I can’t hold back anymore.

“Konstantin, oh God!”

Waves of pleasure crash over me as I come undone, but he doesn’t stop, his palms holding my thighs open as he flicks and sucks with commanding pressure. My nails dig into his scalp as I try to steady my breath, but he’s persistent, his mouth working me until I’m gasping, my body writhing beneath him in desperation once again.

This time when he looks up, his fingers thrusting hard and fast, I lose all ability to utter a word, the sound of my wetness filling theroom as the most intense orgasm takes hold, ripping through me until I practically shed tears.

“Vot tak, detka. Otdai mne vsyo.” The guttural way he says that, it sends another wave of pleasure splitting through me.

Finally, when my body comes down from the high, he pulls away, kissing his way back up my body. His erection is hot against my entrance as he pushes his boxers down, and I want to feel every thick inch of him.

The back of his hand strokes across my cheek. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

When I groan, he kisses me, his tongue snaking with mine, forcing me to taste myself before he pulls back in a rush. And before I know what’s happening, he enters me in a forceful thrust, his size stretching me, causing a burn to rip through me. But I like the pain, want more of it.

The stretch, the feeling of him…it’s everything I’ve craved. I gasp as he moves, slow at first, his rhythm building with intensity. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, my body responding to him like it always does. Like it’s desperate and filthy for him.

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and drives hard into me. And there’s nothing soft in the way he takes me. He’s wild, possessive, as if he’s staking his claim on me all over again, and it feels like everything I’ve ever needed. My nails scrape up his back as I pull him closer.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my body trembling, needing more. “Please don’t stop.”

He growls, his other hand gripping my throat as he pounds faster.

“I’ll never stop,” he says, his words sharp, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine, every inch, and I’ll keep reminding you of that.”

His mouth falls to mine, kissing me savagely, the position making every one of his thrusts even deeper. All I feel is this—his body against mine, the wildness of it, the urgency.

And when I finally come again, the pleasure explodes through me, overwhelming and all-consuming. He lets out a guttural grunt, his muscles going rigid as he follows me, spilling inside me in hot, relentless bursts.

I never imagined sex could be this good. This real.

He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, his chest rising and falling in tattered breaths. My head’s dizzy, my body still humming with the aftermath of what we just shared.

“I like watching you lose control, malyshka.” His hand brushes through my hair as I rest my head against his chest.

“You’re good at…” I can’t seem to finish the sentence.

“Fucking?” He chuckles. “Yes, Iamquite good.”

“Shut up.” I laugh, smacking his chest with the back of my hand.

Then his smile fades, eyes dimming. “I can’t wait to teach you more. To show you all the ways your body was made to be touched. To be owned.”

My gut tightens, but he doesn’t say more, only pulls me closer, his arm snaking around me. As we lie tangled in each other, the world around us fading into nothing, a thought flickers through my mind.

Maybe this is how it was always meant to be: us finding each other in the most unexpected of ways.

KONSTANTIN

I lie in the dark, her head resting on my chest, the steady rhythm of her breath against me grounding me in a way nothing else ever has.

Her warmth, her closeness…it’s everything I never thought I wanted. For so long, I thought I was unbreakable, impervious to anyone or anything that could make me feel something more than the cold, calculated existence I’ve built.

But here she is, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself, and I can’t remember a time I’ve felt this…happy. It’s not even a fleeting happiness. This feels real, rooted, like something I can hold on to.

A part of me, one I’ve buried deep under layers of distrust and indifference, feels complete with her by my side. And lately, she’s made me want things I never even knew I was capable of wanting.

A family. A future. Maybe even love.