Page 84 of Until Death or Defeat

Us.

Brutal and passionate.

I release her and move my hand down to work her clit again, allowing her the release she’s been craving. “I want to watch you fall apart while I’m deep inside of you.”

Her cries are desperate, until I can feel her spasm and shudder beneath me, her ass gripping my cock like a vice. “That’s right, good girl Giselle,fuck,” I breathe out, trying to hold back my release to enjoy this longer but it’s impossible.

I keep myself sat deep inside her as I cum, listening to her try to catch her breath and whimper from my every movement.

She deliciously gasps as I lift her by the hair again, redirecting her back to the floor. By now she’s a pliable mess; still high from her well-deserved orgasm.

“I won’t make you crawl this time, I’ll settle for you cleaning my cock.”

She’s too turned on from the fucking to refuse, still stuck in the malleable space she let herself drift into for the first time. Her tongue licks me, up and down my softening length hungrily as I run my hands through her hair.

“I will never be willing to let you out of my sight,solnishko,” I say gently, pulling back and lifting her to her feet. She looksdazed, and I grab her cheeks with my hand and force her gaze on me. “Are you alright?”

She nods, and I know she must feel strange. “I’ll bring you up the stairs,” I tell her, scooping her up.

“W-wait, they might see me.”

I shake my head, a small chuckle escaping my lips. “There is not a way in hell they would be out there when they can hear everything that just went on in here.” She’s flushed and mortified, but quiet.

I bring her up the stairs to our room and place her on the counter of our bathroom as I move toward the shower to turn on the water to the tub.

She’s watching me quietly, and when I turn to meet her gaze, her hand goes out. Begging for my touch.

Forme.

I stand and come to her, taking her hand and pulling her against my chest. “You can’t be afraid to tell me it was too much, I let you have a safe word for a reason.”

She shakes her head against my chest. “No, it wasn’t.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” I hear her whisper.

I immediately pull back and lower myself so we’re eye-to-eye as she’s sat on the counter, seeing the wetness pooling in her eyes.

“Why are you scared?”

“Because we keep doing this. We keep changing. If you go back to being the other Artem again, I won’t be able to take it anymore.”

“I am always me,lyubimaya. No matter how we are, it’s the same for me. Each day. I promised you that I’ll hate you forever if that’s what you need from me.”

“I have never trusted someone with myself this much in my life,” she says, her voice breaking as a stray tear runs downher cheek.

I always thought she might be better off without me, and maybe that’s still true; but how can a woman so put together on the outside be so broken down on the inside? How can no one see how badly she needs help?

I wipe her tears with my thumb, holding her gaze onto mine as I speak, keeping my tone firm. “Don’t cry. Breathe. You have nothing to cry about.”

She nods, trying to breathe. Trying to push them back because all she needed to hear was that everything was okay. That she can let go with me.

This has been an overwhelming week for her, and maybe tonight was too much for her, but I think she needed to feel this. To feel herself let go and enjoy something, drift into a headspace that allows her to forget about everything and justfeelsomething.

Fuck, I needed it, too. The intoxicating feeling of control that she allows me to have. Even if it’s fleeting, it’s mine.

And I plan to be that safe space for her when I can tell she needs it. The only one who can hold her up and take over because she always has too much on her plate. When she surrenders to me completely, I’ll spend my every waking moment protecting that peace.