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Ilya’s heart threatened to hammer its way out of his chest. Not even the howling storm outside could rival the relentless pounding inside him as his deepest fantasy unfolded right before his eyes.

He watched, pulse thick in his throat, as Valentina obeyed without hesitation, sinking gracefully to her knees. Lust darkened her gaze, wrapping around her like a second skin. He reached down, winding her hair into a tight fist, forcing her head back until her eyes locked with his.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Valentina,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. His grip on her makeshift ponytail tightened, and a breathy moan spilled from her lips. “And then I’ll throw you on that bed and fuck that infuriating little pride out of your pussy. I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name. Not even when you beg me to. You’re mine tonight. No one else will get to touch you the way I will.”

“Do you want that?” His thumb dragged along the edge of her mouth, teasing. “Do you want to suck my cock? Do you think you can take it?”

Her lips parted, her breath hitching as she stared up at him through thick, dark lashes. The sight of her on her knees, waiting, eager, sent a sharp bolt of heat straight to his cock. His grip on her tightened again, pulling just enough to make her gasp.

“Answer me, Valentina.” His voice was a low, dark growl. “Do you think you can take it?”

Instead of speaking, she leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum glistening at the tip. The sight alone nearly wrecked him. His breath came out ragged as he watched her, his free hand curling into a fist at his side, fighting the urge to thrust forward.

Valentina smirked, her nails digging into his thighs as she murmured against his length, her hot breath a warm caress. “Guess we’ll have to find out.”

Of course she’d say that. His fucking little minx.

That was all it took for his restraint to snap. He yanked her forward, guiding his cock past her lips, groaning as her warmth wrapped around him. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him in deeper, her tongue gliding over the ridges and veins along his length while she wrapped her hands around the rest of him that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasped, his head falling back for a moment before he looked down again, mesmerized by the sight of her―lips stretched around him, cheeks flushed, eyes locked onto his with something wicked burning behind them.

He had fantasized about his cock in her mouth more times than he could count. But his fantasies were nothing compared to this. The way she sucked him greedily, twirling and licking him with her tongue at the same time that she stroked him, was several times better than he could ever imagine.

He tightened his hold on her hair, guiding her movements as he rocked his hips forward. “Take it deeper, Printsessa ,” he murmured, his voice dripping with command and praise. “You know you can.”

And she did. He slid deep into her, the tip nudging the back of her throat, and he was even more fascinated that she had no gag reflex. She hummed around him, the vibrations shooting straight through his spine, making his abs flex as he fought to stay in control.

A sharp curse tore from Ilya’s lips, his fingers twitching in her hair as he fought the urge to yank her forward and fuck her mouth the way he ached to. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his stomach tensing as Valentina worked him over with devastatingly sinful precision.

Her tongue was wicked, swirling along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, teasing him as she took him in deeper, her throat flexing around him. His jaw clenched, a guttural groan vibrating deep within his chest.

“Fuck, Valentina,” he rasped, his voice raw with need. He didn’t know what wrecked him more―the lewd, obscene sounds of her sucking him or the way her eyes, dark and dripping with lust, never left his.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down, taking him even deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she swallowed him whole.

“Greedy little thing,” he groaned, looking back down at her, his eyes burning with heat. “You like this, don’t you? You like choking on my cock?”

She moaned in response, and his control snapped.

With a low growl, he fucked her mouth slow and deep, watching in awe as she took everything he gave her. Her fingers traveled up his thighs to his balls, cupping and massaging them in her dainty hands. He was so close―so fucking close―but he didn’t want this to end just yet.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “On your knees, taking me like a good girl.”

With a sharp tug, he pulled her off him, his cock slipping from her swollen lips with a wet pop. A thin string of spit connected them, her breath coming in shallow pants as she looked up at him, her smirk smug and teasing, her cheeks flushed.

Ilya wiped the moisture from her lips with his thumb, then traced it lower, pressing against her chin to tilt her head up further. His cock pulsed, aching for release, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

“On your feet, Printsessa ,” he ordered. His eyes darkened as he took in the wrecked state she was in―flushed, breathless, completely at his mercy.

“I hope you don’t think we’re finished,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”

He yanked her forward into a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting the remnants of himself on her lips. It made his cock throb even more painfully than it already was. With one effortless pull, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the room in a few powerful strides. Just as he had promised, they didn’t make it far before he was tossing her onto the bed like a rag doll.

And from the wild gleam in her eyes, he could tell she fucking loved it.

Valentina was desperate, her hands tearing at her clothes with feverish urgency, a frenzy he matched as he yanked his shirt over his head and kicked off his pants. In seconds, they were both bare, chests rising and falling in unison.

The sight of her on the bed stole his breath. She was a goddamned masterpiece bathed in the golden glow of the room, her soft curves glowing, her skin flushed with desire. Her chest heaved, full breasts bouncing slightly as she toyed with her hardened pink nipples, a silent temptation he couldn’t resist.

His eyes drifted lower to the slick heat between her parted thighs, her glistening pussy begging for his touch. His jaw clenched. Fuck, he so badly wanted to taste her―ruin her with his tongue until she was sobbing his name.

Slowly, he crawled over her, his body a shadow above hers, like a predator looming over its prey. Valentina watched him with hooded, desperate eyes, her lips parted, her breath uneven. He claimed her mouth again, deep and all-consuming, devouring her with tongue and teeth, like he wanted to leave a permanent imprint of himself on her tongue.

Breaking away just enough to brush his lips against hers, he murmured, “Touch yourself.”

His voice was low, demanding, dripping with raw hunger. He pulled back slightly, enough to watch every flicker of pleasure on her face.

“I want to see how you fuck yourself to thoughts of me.”

Valentina whimpered, her lashes fluttering as she slid her fingers down the smooth plane of her stomach, her skin burning under Ilya’s burning gaze.

His eyes tracked her every movement, hunger evident in the way he loomed over her, his heavy cock resting against her abdomen, smearing precum across her skin.

She circled her aching clit, slow and deliberate at first, before pressing down harder, her breath hitching as she writhed beneath him. Ilya’s mouth was on her, dragging wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across the swell of her breasts, before his tongue flicked over a hardened nipple. He sucked harshly just as she slid two fingers inside herself, her thighs instinctively squeezing around her wrist as she thrust deep.

A broken moan left her lips, her back arching against the sheets. The slick squelch of her fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy filled the space between them, and Ilya groaned, wrapping a hand around his thick length, stroking himself as he watched her stretch herself open.

“Look at you,” he murmured darkly, thick with desire. “Fucking yourself so well for me. You wish those were my fingers inside you, don’t you? You wish it was my tongue or my cock fucking you so good?”

Valentina gasped, her body tightening in response to his filthy words, pleasure mounting faster than she could control.

“Ilya,” she moaned his name breathlessly, her face pressing into the pillow as she fucked herself harder, her fingers curling inside her dripping heat.

“That’s it, Baby,” he encouraged, his grip tightening around his cock as he watched her come undone. “But those fingers aren’t nearly enough, are they? You need something bigger―something thicker to fill that greedy, leaking pussy.”

The words sent her spiraling, her orgasm crashing over her in hot, pulsing waves.

Ilya barely gave her time to recover before he flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A rough hand pressed down between her shoulder blades, forcing her to arch her back deeper, her ass high in the air.

“Stay just like that,” he commanded, his voice dark and unyielding. He dragged the tip of his cock over her sopping slit, slicking himself even more with her juices.

“You’re mine now, Valentina,” he promised, nudging her open with his head. His grip on her tightened as he rolled his hips, dragging his engorged tip against her slick entrance before sinking in just enough for her to greedily suck him in.

“ Fuck ,” he rasped, his chest heaving as he pulled back only to press in again, fucking her with just the head, reveling in the way she clenched around him. The teasing was as much torture for him as it was for her, but he wanted to hear her break―wanted to hear her beg.

“Stop―” Valentina’s voice was muffled into the pillow as she rocked back against him, frustration laced in every movement. “Stop fucking teasing and just fuck me already.”

Ilya smirked, his hands kneading the soft swells of her ass. “Beg for it, Valentina,” he murmured, continuing his slow, tormenting thrusts. “Beg for my cock.”

She whimpered, her pride warring with her need, but the ache between her thighs was unbearable. She bit her lip, fingers gripping the sheets in desperation as her last shred of restraint crumbled beneath them.

“Please,” she gasped, voice breathless and raw. “Please, Ilya―fuck me so good. I need you.”

A guttural growl tore from his throat, his control snapping at the sound of her surrender. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, and in one ruthless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

The force pushed her up against the bed, a broken cry spilling from her throat.

“More,” she pleaded, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “I want more.”

Ilya wasn’t about to give her anything less. He pulled out slowly, almost completely, before thrusting in again, groaning when her body clenched around him like a vice, her wet walls slicking him as he drove in and out.

“ Fuck ,” he hissed through gritted teeth, fisting her ass as he ground his hips hard against hers. He alternated between deep, punishing thrusts and slow, teasing rolls, savoring the way she trembled beneath him. “You feel so fucking good, Princess.”

This was heaven. A strangled groan ripped from his chest as he thrust inches deep and held her there, pulsing as her walls gripped him tight. He savored the heat, the tightness, the sheer fucking perfection of her pussy. Then he pulled back, only to thrust in again, slower this time, reveling in the way she moaned his name.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?” he asked, his jaw tight as he pushed and pulled. His chest rippled, sweat beading on his clenching abs. He thrust hard, his hips slamming into hers, her ass slapping against his pelvis. “Do you know how long I’ve ached to bury myself in this hot, little pussy?”

“Mm?” Another thrust. “I knew you’d have a fucking tight cunt, but this…” A hard pound. “This is everything, Valentina. This is heaven.”

“Ilya,” she was crying now, aching as she reached for her clit and circled quickly.

“That’s it,” he chuckled darkly, his breathless voice rough with pleasure. “Say my name again. Say it like you mean it.”

She chanted it like a prayer, meeting him stroke for stroke. Their skin connected with loud, wet slaps, and the sounds of their combined moans and groans echoed in the room.

Ilya pounded into her quickly as he felt heat coil tight inside him, lightning racing through his veins. And with the way she squeezed tighter, felt warmer and wetter, he knew she was right behind him.

Valentina came first, her release hitting like a tidal wave as she trembled and screamed, collapsing on the bed as her body shook. The raw pleasure of it shattered his control. A forceful growl ripped out of Ilya’s throat as a carnal possession overtook him.

He tugged her sweaty body to himself, keeping her upright against his chest as he delivered fast, short thrusts into her leaking cunt.

In seconds, he orgasmed with a shout, slamming his hips against hers as hot tendrils of his cum spilled inside her, coating and drenching her walls. His body locked, muscles flexing, his vision white-hot as he rode out every last pulse like the life was being sucked out of him.

The only sound left was their ragged breathing, their bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in the aftermath of the sex.

As they collapsed onto the bed, dizzy with pleasure, Ilya glanced at Valentina. She was already asleep, her lips curved in a faint smile, her hair sticking out in every direction as her head lay on his chest. For a moment, he wondered if she could hear the magnitude of his heartbeat.

It was only supposed to be just sex―angry sex―to get her out of his system. But somehow, it turned out to be the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had. It was the first time he truly lost himself during sex.

Now that they’d fucked, he was supposed to be over her already. Instead, he felt consumed. Addicted. He still wanted to touch her. He still wanted to make her surrender all over again.

What the hell was happening between them? How did a one-time sex become something he never wanted to stop having? Why was his desire for her becoming even more intense with every passing second? Why was she starting to matter so damn much?

By morning, Ilya expected the awkwardness. The storm had cleared, and bright rays of sunlight streamed through the windows. But he was surprised by how natural everything felt―how natural it felt to feel her waking up in his arms, stretching her arms over her head with a groan before burying her face in his chest for another round of sleep.

The truth was becoming glaringly obvious to him. He didn’t want to let her go. Never. But no matter how deep his obsession for her ran, he knew better than anyone that he didn’t own her.