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I fist her hair and lift her head, just enough to push my cock into that sweet mouth that lets me in without hesitation.

Fuck me, she’s more than perfect.

She takes as much of me as she can, choking when I brace myself on my hands and start fucking her mouth almost as hard as I did to her cunt.

“Fuck, Ekaterina. You take me so well.”

She grips my thighs and scratches my flesh with her fingers like a cat. But through all of it, I pay close attention to every sign she gives me, in case it becomes too much.

I don’t stop fucking her brutally, drunk on the way she chokes and on the sight of her flushed face, covered in the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

When I stay motionless, with my entire length buried deep in her throat, cutting off any chance she has to breathe, something tells me to remain like that forever. To give her the perfect death while being consumed by my own ending.

But I know I don’t want that for Ekaterina. I want her alive, always warm and ready.

For me.

I could no longer live without the sight of her, consumed by pleasure, as she is now, or without the moan that have become an obsession stronger than the voices destroying my reason.

She is the light in the darkness that defines me.

That is exactly why she is dusha moya.

I pull out, letting her drag air back into her lungs with difficulty, then lower myself again between her thighs to reclaim her warm pussy. And I stay there, motionless, while I stroke her cheek damp with the tears I kiss delicately.

I never imagined her tears could be more delicious than blood, but Katya keeps surprising me with everything she is.

“Ty moya9,” I whisper, kissing her gently, and I begin to move, pulling out slowly each time, almost to the tip of my cock, only to drive back in deep and hard.

9ты моя (ru.) You are mine.

I keep going like that, moving the whole bed, but I don’t deny her beautiful breasts the attention they deserve either, squeezing them in one hand or lowering my lips over her sensitive nipples.

When the game becomes agonizing, I increase the pace, and Ekaterina arches beneath me, offering me the chest marked by my touch.

I hear her breathing grow more ragged, and I lose myself in the pleasure of this moment, which culminates in another sharp cry mixed with my name. Her cunt grips me hard, and this time, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. I come hard, with a deep sound breaking from my chest, just like an animal completely destroyed by reality.

A harsh reality that does not scare me at all. It delights me.

This woman will be the death of me, but I’ll go

to hell happy, knowing I had these moments.

Chapter 15

Ekaterina

My entire existence rests on unstable ground, constantly trembling beneath my feet, and the future is wrapped in a dense fog I don’t know how to escape from.

But right now, there is quiet.

Meaning in his arms, pressed to his warm skin, where I have been since the last, most powerful orgasm of my life, because every single one tonight was like that. He kissed me until our hearts calmed, then took me prisoner in his arms.

I can still hear his heart beating hard.

I can still feel his lips kissing the crown of my head every three seconds. Then my forehead, my temple, anything he can reach while I stay curled against him.

How can a man be this gentle when, for one moment, I thought he wanted to kill me again?