Page 103 of The Enemy Protector
"So wet already," he says, his fingers brushing between my legs. "You want this."
"Yes," I breathe.
He presses one finger inside me, then two. I moan, pushing back against his hand.
And then he slaps my ass. I jerk forward with his fingers still inside me.
“Sergei!”
He doesn’t say anything. His fingers fuck me faster.
Slap!
“Oh!” I cry out.
“I can feel you. Don’t fight it.” His hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me in place.
I moan, dropping my head.
"Remember," he says, his voice rough. "You say stop?—"
I look back at him over my shoulder. "Don't stop."
I’m stretched tight as he pushes in a third finger. I whimper, but he doesn’t stop. It’s not long before my body is shaking with need.
"I—"
"I know," he says against my shoulder.
Then his teeth close over my skin.
That does it. My body bucks and pushes against him.
I’ve barely stopped spiraling when he pushes me onto my stomach. And then the weight of him is on me.
Panic rises. My hands fist in the blanket. His mouth is on my ear, nibbling at my lobe.
"It's me. Your husband. Stay with me, princess."
The panic ebbs.
Sergei.
I’m safe.
“I’m okay.”
He nudges my legs apart with his knee. Then he pushes inside me with one smooth thrust until there’s nowhere left for him to go. I cry out at the fullness, the stretch. It’s more intense from this angle. Deeper.
He gives me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips. Then he starts to move. Hard and demanding, each one punching the breath out of me.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks. "Is this loud enough?"
"Yes," I moan. "Yes."
His hand slides up my back, fisting in my hair. Not painfully, but firmly. Holding me in place while he fucks me.
This is nothing like our wedding night and exactly what I needed.
