Page 90 of The Den of Sin

Lining his cock up with my entrance, he plunged into my pussy with one hard thrust. A scream rippled through me and my body jerked, arching off of the bed. My head fell backwards, his face buried in the side of my neck, murmuring words in Russian.

He started to move inside me, hard and fast. He fucked me, and it felt amazing, the restraints completely forgotten.

“Holy shit,” I breathed out, my body reaching for another orgasm. He pumped into me hard and deep, fast and ruthless. It felt so damn good, the white lights bursting behind my closed eyelids again. Everything and everyone was forgotten, just the two of us in the heat of passion.

The only sounds filling the room were our moans and groans, flesh slapping against flesh. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, arching me further against him, my breasts flattened against his chest as he pounded hard into me.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His strokes pummeled into me deep and rough as I writhed against him, the sounds of my restraints creaking as they pulled against the headboard.

“Yes. Oh my God, yes!”

Another orgasm shot through my veins, the fire igniting through my blood. This pleasure was too much and at the same time, not enough. Everywhere he touched me, he left a trail of flames. As if encouraged by my moans, he continued thrusting raw and hard, through my orgasm.

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no. Don’t you fucking dare.”

I came hard, and a cry shuddered through me as the intensity of what he was doing to me fucked with my emotions. He came right behind me, following me off the cliff and spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. Every ounce of my being shattered for him, only for him to put me back together again.

In the aftermath of our mind-blowing passion, the Den of Sin was left with only the sounds of our labored breathing. My body felt separated from the rest of me as the sweetest exhaustion enveloped me. I felt like I was floating above us, not quite conscious as my brain fuzzed in and out in the most exquisite bliss I’d ever known. This pleasure he gave me could easily become my addiction. But only with him.

“You okay, malyshka?” His mouth nuzzled me as he undid the cuffs, one at the time and gently rubbed my arms to be sure the circulation was okay. With care, he removed the scarf from my eyes. Caressing my cheek, he searched my face to be sure I was alright.

“Yes. That was amazing,” I whispered in a sigh, sated. “We’ll have to do that again,” I softly chuckled, nuzzling into him.

“For the rest of our lives,” he vowed. “I love you, malyshka.”

He settled beside me on that big bed, spooning me protectively from behind. This man, this lover, had been the owner of my heart for nearly a decade. It had taken that long for the skeletons of the past to be purged, allowing us to finally banish the evils of the previous generation. It wasn’t easy, but we’d come through it all and were stronger for it. I snuggled closer into his strong body and sighed.

“I love you too, Vasili. Always.”

THE END