He nipped at my throat, but I wanted his teeth in me. I wanted him to suck, bite, and mark. “More,” I demanded. “Teeth and fingers.”

Adrik groaned harshly and bit down, sucking my skin into his mouth, and he slid another finger inside me, both gliding over my prostate.

“Fuck,” I cried. “Feels good, baby, so good.” I held on as he played with my body, using his fingers and mouth like it was his own instrument. “Need you,” I pleaded. Already I was too close, and I wanted to finish with him inside me.

Gently, Adrik pushed on my shoulders, and I sat up.

“Take me inside you, moya lyubov’,” he ordered roughly, lust driving his tone.

He handed me the lube. I squirted some on my hand and pushed up on my knees, reached between us, and wrapped my hand around his rock-hard dick, rubbing lube all over him. His grip on my hips hardened. A noise in the back of his throat, half growl and groan, followed.

I held him at my entrance, met his gaze, and slowly slid him inside me. It burned for a moment. Adrik clenched his teeth and sat up enough to kiss me tenderly, his attention distracting me from the sting. I removed my hand and lowered myself even more, breathing heavily against his lips.

“Fuck, moya lyubov’. You undo me.”

I hummed under my breath and finished lowering until he was all the way in. I rocked and gasped when his cock rubbed against my prostate.

“Adrik, so good,” I whispered.

“Da, moya lyubov’. You feel good.”

I rocked on him again and again, lost in the feel of him inside me. Enjoying the sensation it sent right to my balls, I gasped.

Opening my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I’d closed, I looked down at my man. Mine. He watched me take what I wanted, but I needed to give him what we both desired.

Resting my hands on his chest, I inched up off him to near losing the tip and sank back down. Both of us let out a hard breath. I did it over and over as sweat formed over my body and Adrik’s.

“Adrik,” I moaned.

“Close, moya lyubov’.”

Knowing it had me slamming up and down on him. I wanted to feel the burn of him tomorrow and the next day. Hell, I wanted him inside me tomorrow and the next.

I couldn’t stop. I reached for that climax, and it burst through me. I yelled as my cum squirted out over Adrik’s stomach and chest, marking him.

“Yes, West. Fuck, fuck,” Adrik groaned, holding me in place as he dug his heels into the bed and fucked up inside me, losing himself, emptying himself.

I draped myself over his chest, where he kissed my neck, cheeks, and forehead. “You will never get rid of me,” he told me drowsily.