Crucible of Fate

strong; he was on his back down on the cot and had settled me on top of him in seconds.
    “And now what?” I grumbled, straddling his thighs.
    “Fuck yourself on me.”
    I reached behind and took hold of his thick pole, lifting up at the same time. “I swear I have no idea how anyone can take all this.” I shivered, lining the huge flared head up with my entrance, letting it slip between my cheeks, feeling how slick he was, how hot.
    “You can take it,” he rasped, his breath catching as I began to press down on him.
    “Yes, I can.” I ground out the words as he fisted my shaft in his slippery grip.
    “So tight,” he groaned, and it hurt, but the burn was what I liked, the pain was part of what I craved at times, and Yuri knew that.
    Sinking steadily down, I impaled myself on his enormous leaking cock, shivering with desperate need.
    “Domin,” he whispered, and the sound was sexy with an edge of demand. “Ride me.”
    I was panting and sweating, chills rolling through me, my body overly sensitized, on the fence between pleasure and pain.
    “Oh fuck.” He trembled, and I put my hands down over his hard pectorals and lifted up before levering back down, fully seating him inside me. “This was—I don’t wanna hurt you.”
    “You won’t hurt me if you don’t crush me,” I said, reacting to how full and stuffed I was. Yuri was so strong, so powerfully built, and even though he did not have the definition and the washboard abs, the man was massive. I was addicted to him, to his barrel chest, to how hard his body was, how solid.
    He rolled us over, but before he could crush me, he lifted his weight and then pulled my legs up and draped them over his forearms as he drove down into me, rubbing over my prostate and making me howl.
    “Damn, you’re loud.” He laughed softly, very pleased with my reaction as he pulled out only to slam back into me even harder the second time.
    “You like me loud,” I said, not sounding like me at all, my voice deep, guttural, and raw.
    His gaze locked on mine, and I reached up and framed his face with my hands. I watched his lashes flutter, saw how dilated his pupils were, and saw him bite down on his lower lip so he wouldn’t make any noise.
    “I like to hear you too. I love all the sounds you make.”
    “Domin,” he breathed, and I could see how hard he was concentrating not to come.
    “I feel good?”
    “Better than—your body is holding me so tight, I can feel every clench, every ripple, every… you need to not move at all.”
    I pulled him down to me instead, lifting up for his kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding my erection into his stomach, craving the friction.
    “You should come all over me, mark me, show me who I belong to.”
    The words were enough.
    I threw my head back and yelled his name as I spurted come over his chest and abdomen. He fucked me through the aftershocks, thrusting deep, his rhythm never faltering until the end, when he came inside of me and then froze.
    “I feel too good to move.”
    I started chuckling.
    “Stop it, oh God,” he moaned, arms around my knees, holding me against him, trying to keep me immobile.
    I stayed still, gazing up at him, delighting in his lazy grin, his hooded eyes, and the red marks covering his pale skin. No one could miss what we had been doing while we were gone.
    He eased free of my spasming channel and warm liquid ran down the insides of my thighs as he collapsed onto the narrow space of bed beside me.
    “I love you,” he said, kissing my temple, apparently not caring that I was sticky and sweaty, instead inhaling the smell of us together. “And that won’t ever change.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because you’re mine,” he sighed, using my words from earlier.
    I folded myself against him, my arm around his neck, thigh over his hip, and nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, under his jaw, inhaling his delicious, masculine scent.
    “Yeah, you like belonging to me.”
    “Yes, I do,” I agreed as I closed my eyes and relaxed.
    “No, no, no.” He laughed softly, massaging the back of my head. “You gotta get up.”
    I loved him, but he wasn’t in charge. “All you’re doing is holding me.”
    “No, you must get up,” he entreated, even as he wrapped his burly arms around me.
    I snuggled in tighter and then let out a deep, contented sigh.
    “Are you listening to me?”
    Obviously not.

Chapter 11

     
    I T WAS late, and there weren’t many people still milling