“Can you?”

His gaze flickered to my arm and he smiled. “I can make it so it doesn’t even hurt.”

Was that a promise?

The moment he touched me, everything stopped hurting.

“Show me,” I said.

Slavik eased off my body and reached for his pants. The sound of the zipper echoed in the air. I never knew this sound could be so erotic, but he worked it so damn well. He pressed the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. He slid up and down my slit, getting his cock nice and slick before lining it up with my entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, he sank inside me so I felt it all.

It was amazing. So hard. I no longer cared about the pain in my arm. My only focus was the man inside me.

He cupped my hips and gave me a few firm strokes, each seeming deeper than the one before. The angle made me desperate for more.

Suddenly, he stopped. One of his hands released me but not for long as his fingers began to stroke over my clit while he was still inside me.

“I want to feel you come all over my cock, Aurora,” he said. “Give it to me.”

His fingers were magical. I had no idea I could feel this way beneath his touch. Slavik set me on fire, hungry and desperate for more. There was no control.

He held on to it.

Nurtured it.

Captured it all to himself.

I cried out, begging for more but not really sure what I was asking for. Slavik knew. Of course, he did. This man knew everything when it came to sex and pleasure.

He was the master.

I, his student.

I came hard, screaming his name. Slavik rewarded me by pounding into my pussy, not letting go, and damn it, he was right, there was no pain. I only focused on my need for him. On the hardness as he plunged inside me. Each thrust driving me higher and higher into need unlike anything else.

He showed me what I could take. Never holding back, and when he came, I followed him into another mini-orgasm as he stroked just the right points inside me. Each flow of his cum made me feel whole. This was what scared me.

My husband, Slavik Ivanov, had started to make me fall for him, and I had no clue how to stop it.

****

Slavik

The dresses were normally monstrosities for the bridesmaids, but the one Aurora wore suited her. A beautiful pastel pink, and it was like the dress was designed exactly for her as the arms fell away from the shoulders, covering the upper arms and hiding her bandage. The very sight always angered me, but I’d been able to keep it in check.

I sat in one of the seats as Aurora took her place at the head altar. She didn’t look into the crowd as the bride began to make her way down.