it all to her. Hammering deep. Again and again. Changing his rhythm. Switching from rough to gentle. Excruciatingly slow, but so hot she could barely breathe. Pistoning like a machine, a jackhammer, a swift brutal invasion that had her sobbing for more.
She couldn’t move. He had her effectively pinned. She could only take what he gave her, all that delicious heat. The fire. The lightning. Every brutal plunge sent her breasts rubbing along the mattress so that the bells jingled and pulled, stretching her nipples and breasts, shooting lightning strike after strike straight to her clit.
It seemed to go on forever, that wild wave building and building, growing so large it threatened to take away her sanity. She couldn’t find air, the dizzy feeling heightening the euphoric high that came with the friction as her muscles coiled tighter around his cock. She didn’t want it to end, but she needed the release.
She felt his cock grow thicker, pushing against the tender tissue, the small desperate muscles that tried to stretch even wider to allow him to stake his claim on her insides. Then his cock was jerking hard, and the hot splash of his seed coating her sheath triggered the tsunami. It rolled over her, crashing through so that her insides tumbled and rolled, and she was flung far out of her body, someplace else where she floated in absolute ecstasy.
Her body throbbed and burned, pulsed with those lightning streaks, and lights burst behind her eyes. She heard his voice soothing her. His hands stroked over her skin. He eased her down and immediately released her ankles. She just stretched her legs out and let the aftershocks consume her.
Nothing had prepared her for that. No orgasm she’d ever had came close. She heard her heart thundering in her ears as he released her hands next. She pulled her arms back to her and tucked them close to her head, drawing her knees up until she was in the fetal position. Just that action sent another orgasm rolling through her.
“I need you on your back, kotyonok,” Mitya insisted, his hands moving her into the position he wanted.
She felt his fingers at her breast. “The blood is going to come back fast, baby, and you’re going to feel it.”
Before she could respond, he slipped the clamp off. Every nerve ending burst with the stimulation as the blood immediately rushed back to her super-sensitive nipple. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged. His eyes locked with hers, Mitya bent his head and sucked her nipple into the soothing heat of his mouth.
She didn’t know if it was the stimulation of the blood coming back or his mouth triggering more quakes, but her body seemed bent on doing her in with orgasms.
He lifted his head, looking wicked. “There’s still another clamp to remove, kotyonok.”
She shook her head. It had been painful. It didn’t matter that the pain had turned to pleasure. Her mind rejected the idea of that clamp coming off.
“It can’t stay on, Ania,” Mitya said in a reasonable voice, that voice he used when he told her she wasn’t to ever put his men in the position she’d put his cousin. There was reason—and the tiniest edge. “You shouldn’t wear clamps for more than fifteen minutes at most. And you’re not used to them. You’re going to be very sensitive for the next few days. It has to come off now.”
His fingers touched the bells and then caught the little chain, tugged idly, watching her face, watching the sensual burn climb into her eyes. It was easy to see the rippling across her belly as another wave hit her.
“I like that you’ll be sensitive. You’re both in heat and you’ll need us. Over and over.” He flicked the bells and watched them swing out. Pull. Tug. Torture with streaks of fire. His fingers went to the clamp, moving with excruciating slowness.
She held her breath, her heart beating too fast. It was going to hurt when the clamp came off and the blood rushed back. Her gaze clung to his. She felt each turn of that screw. The sudden freedom. That pause and then a wave of pain that ripped through her body, burning through veins to her core.
She reached for Mitya, caught him by the nape of his neck and dragged his head toward her chest. He didn’t make it easy, and his gaze never left hers. “Please,” she whispered.
He licked her nipple and then drew her breast into