Page 46 of The Pakhan's Arranged Bride

It sends a pulsing thrill racing through me, knowing how deep inside her I am, knowing that I am claiming her fully.

Suddenly, I want more. I want everything.

I lean forward and tug the belt free of the bed, pulling her close to me. I hook her bound hands over my head and sit her on my lap.

I start to bounce her on my cock as I grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss.

Using the weight of her body, I drop her onto my cock and penetrate even deeper than before.

She moans against my lips, crying out every time I thrust into her.

When she whispers my name against my mouth, I lose my mind completely.

It’s soft, sweet and desperate.

“Benedikt.” Barely a whisper. A breath of air.

My name on her lips.

I push her onto her back and lie over her, forcing her legs wider with my hips. I start to fuck her like I own her.

Her moans get louder, closer, building with her own tension.

Her legs are shaking, spread around me. My cock is plunging deep into her pussy over and over again, forcing her open.

But her pussy is tightening around me as her pleasure builds.

She tilts her head back and I wrap my hand around her throat.

The orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. It steals her breath. It makes her shudder beneath me.

I explode inside her, growling as I thrust forward.

***

I roll onto my back and pull Ulyana with me, letting her lie on my chest. My heart is racing as I catch my breath, my hand drifting up and down her spine, my fingers slowly tracing patterns over her soft skin.

I can’t believe how incredible that felt. It was so intense, the connection was so easy, so perfect. Everything about her turns me on. I want more, even now, after I’ve just had her. I want to taste her.

When I try to move, I’m surprised to find that she falls asleep in my arms, her cheek pressed against me, her lips parted as she breathes peacefully.

A smile breaks over my face and I settle back down, pulling the blanket over both of us and closing my eyes, ready to sleep as well.

***

In the morning, I wake up with Ulyana curled against my side, her arm draped over my chest and her leg threaded through mine. The blanket is low around her waist, her breasts are pressed against me and I can’t imagine a more perfect way to wake up.

She’s fast asleep, muttering softly in her dreams, a slight smile spread over her face.

I watch her for a moment, trying to hear what she’s saying, but it’s more a mumble than any real words.

At first, it’s peaceful, but when her fingers flex against my chest and her brow furrows, her mumbles become more fearful.

She’s stuck in a nightmare.

I wrap my arm tighter around her and whisper, “Ulyana, you’re safe with me.”

She hesitates in her dream.