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Aithan

The moment my eyes land on the bright pink dildo sitting on Yelena’s nightstand, my entire body locks up. A sharp territorial rage shoots through me so fast I feel it in my teeth.

"What the hell is that, and what is it doing here?" My voice is low, a dark promise of barely leashed fury.

Yelena lifts her chin, her electric-blue eyes flashing with defiance, but I catch the way she swallows, her throat working. "You know what it is."

I stalk closer, picking up the offending object. My jaw clenches as I rotate it in my hand, my fingers tightening around the silicone. The thought of her using this when I’ve been going insane with desire for her makes my vision blur.

"So, you’re fucking yourself while I’ve been pinning away for you?" I ask, my voice hoarse with restrained anger.

Her breath hitches, but she squares her shoulders, feigning nonchalance. "It’s none of your concern."

I lift the dildo to my nose and take a slow, deliberate sniff.

Yelena gasps. "Are you insane? What the fuck are you sniffing a dildo for?"

I smirk, my control hanging by a damn thread. "It doesn’t smell like you."

"Meaning?" she whispers, her hands clenching into fists.

I tilt my head, walking toward her, closing the distance between us. "I know what you smell like, Yelena. And more than that, I know what you taste like. And this? This isn’t you."

She takes a step back, her bravado slipping, her pulse visibly beating at the base of her throat. "You truly are insane."

I stalk her with measured steps until she’s forced to retreat. Her back presses against the wall, her escape route gone.

"You don’t need that wimpy plastic when my body is burning to consume you," I rasp, placing both hands against the wall, caging her in.

Her breath is shallow, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her lips part slightly, as if already anticipating my next move.

Her defiance is intoxicating, but so is the way her body betrays her.

She looks up at me, and when our eyes meet, something primal takes hold. An invisible thread pulls us closer. I can feel the heat radiating off her, her scent filling my lungs, feeding the hunger I’ve been suppressing since our wedding night.

I lower my head, watching the way she trembles slightly, but she doesn’t push me away. If anything, she leans into me, like a moth to a flame.

I brush my lips against hers, testing, teasing. Her breath catches, and that’s all it takes. The control I’ve been clinging to shatters.

I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing the sound of her surprised gasp. My hands find her waist, gripping her hips as I pull her flesh against me, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

Yelena doesn’t fight me. No, she melts, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I groan against her lips, deepening the kiss.

This is what I’ve been holding back from.

This is what I’ve been starving for.

My hands slide down, gripping the backs of her thighs. With a growl, I lift her off the ground, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasps into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I take the opportunity to devour her deeper, tasting every moan, every gasp, every desperate breath she gives me.

I grind into her, letting her feel the full weight of my erection. Her head tilts back against the wall, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy.

“Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you.” She gasps. But I want to hear my name on her lips.

“Say my name.”

I see her struggle and then shake her head. “No.”

“Yes, you will,” I promise her. “I will fuck it out of you.”

I press my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged. "Tell me, Yelena. Tell me you want this."

She hesitates, and for a moment, I think she might push me away.

But then, her fingers trail down my chest, slow, deliberate. "What if I do?"

I let out a low chuckle, my lips brushing against her jaw. "Then you better hold on tight, agápi mou . Because once I have you, I’m never letting go."

“Then take me.”

I couldn't resist her any longer. As our lips meet, something inside me shatters, and the walls I had built around my heart begin to crumble block by block.

Yelena's lips are soft and warm against mine, and I feel a rush of desire unlike anything I'd ever known. In that moment, I want nothing more than to possess her, to claim every inch of her body as my own.

My hands, usually steady and controlled, tremble slightly as I cupped her face, deepening the kiss. I taste her, exploring her mouth with my tongue, and she responds with an eagerness that matches my own.

Yelena's hands slide up my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I can feel her desire, a mirror to my own, and it fuels the fire burning within me.

Pulling away from her lips, I leave a trail of kisses along her jawline, nipping at her sensitive skin, making her gasp. I want to brand her as mine, to leave my mark on this beautiful woman who has somehow cracked the armor around my heart.

My lips find her collarbone, and I savor the taste of her, my breath hot against her skin as I move lower, teasing her breasts with light kisses.

Yelena's breath quickens, and she arches her back, offering herself to me. And I can't resist any longer.

With one hand, I grip her slender waist, pulling her tightly against me, while the other fumbles with my belt, desperate to free myself from the confines of my pants.

My cock, already throbbing with need, springs free, and I groan at the relief.

I position myself against her, my hardness pressing into her soft and wet pussy. Her eyes flutter open, a mixture of desire and urgent need in their depths. I drag the tip of my cock across her slit and use it to rub softly against her clitoris.

“Aithan, please…..”

I don't give her time to say more. With one swift thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, claiming her as my own.

Her back hit the wall as I slide into her, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, locking me in place. I fill her completely, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I begin to move, thrusting hard and fast, driven by a primal need to possess and dominate.

Yelena's hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she cries out my name. The sound of her pleasure spurs me on, and I pound into her, my hips slamming against hers.

Her pussy is warm and wet around me, squeezing and milking my cock with each thrust. I feel her walls clench as she nears her climax, and the thought of her coming apart around me sends me over the edge.

I want to watch her fall apart, to see the raw, unguarded passion on her face. “Look at me, Yelena.”

I slow my pace, dragging out her pleasure and mine as I savor the moment.

Her eyes, usually so confident and in control, are hazy with lust as she locks gazes with me.

I thrust harder, filling her completely, and her eyes widen as she bites her lip, trying to hold back her release.

“Don't hold back.” I groan in her left ear, licking and tugging at the delicate lobe.

At my words, she shatters around me, her pussy clenching and pulsing as she cries out my name.

I feel her climax wash over me, her warm juices flowing around my cock, and it is more than I can take. With a final, powerful thrust, I surrender to my own release, emptying myself into her.

As our hearts pound in unison, I hold her against the wall, our bodies still joined, my cock twitching inside her as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of expensive perfume and pure female desire.

"You're incredibly captivating. I want to fuck you until we are both exhausted. I want to mark every inch of your body as mine.”

Yelena's hands stroke my back, her touch soothing and possessive. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I lift her into my arms; her legs still wrapped around me, and carry her to the nearby bed.

Laying her down gently, I follow, positioning myself between her legs. My cock instantly growing hard again.

I want to savor this, to make her feel every inch of me as I claim her again.

I begin to move slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. I want to see her, to watch her face as I bring her pleasure.

Her eyes grow heavy, and her lips part as she pants in ecstasy, her body moving in rhythm with mine.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Her moans fuel my movement, and I increase my pace. My thrusts become harder and deeper as I seek to drive her over the edge once more.

Yelena's hands grab a fistful of her sheets, her body arching off the bed to meet my strokes.

I feel her tightening around me again, her pussy clutching at my cock as she soars towards another climax.

“That's it, ómorfo korítsi mou . Come for me again."

Her release hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cries out again, her nails digging into my back.

I feel her pussy pulsate around me, milking my cock, and I submit to my own pleasure, filling her with my seed once more.

As our hearts race and our bodies tremble, I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her close, our sweat-slicked bodies entwined.

I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck, my lips brushing her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses.

“You're incredible, Yelena, and I can’t get enough of you.”

She gives me a satisfied smile and traces patterns on my chest with her fingertips. We lay there, in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, our bodies sated but our desire for each other still burning brightly.

I knew in that moment that this was just the beginning, that Yelena Makarov had somehow managed to unlock a part of me I'd kept hidden, and I couldn't wait to explore what the future held for us.