Chapter 25

Riley

The wounds on Maxim's shoulder and arm were a shallow graze, but they bled steadily as I cleaned them, the deep red of his blood stark against his tattooed skin. The bullet had left a jagged path along his upper arm, and as I worked, I marveled at how tough he was. He barely even winced as I went about cleaning and dressing them.

When I finished, he caught my hand and pulled me into his arms, his strong, warm embrace making my heart flutter. His lips found mine in a soft, lingering kiss that left me breathless, my fingers trailing up to his chest as I melted into him.

"I don't know whether to scold you or thank you," I teased, my voice barely a whisper as I leaned back to meet his eyes, which sparkled with a mix of love and desire.

"Why not do both?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of my face.

"You're crazy," I whispered, laughing softly as I leaned in for another kiss, my words melting against his lips as his arms tightened around me.

"Crazy for you," he replied, his voice playful as his breath tickled the tiny hairs along my neck. I sucked in a breath of my own, trying to keep a level head but quickly losing myself in all that was him.

His hands slid down my back, journeying further still until he cupped my ass. He squeezed hard and I whimpered out loud, which only elicited the most delightful growl from him that I'd ever heard.

His fingers gripped the zipper on the back of my dress, and he yanked it down hard, his movements filled with urgency. I wiggled my arms free, and he tugged down my dress, exposing my lacey white bra.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're so beautiful," he murmured, and my cheeks burned as I reached for his belt. He gently knocked my hands away before he pulled the zipper down the rest of the way. Then he pushed my dress past my hips and let it fall to the floor.

I stood there in my bra, a matching pair of lacey panties, and a sexy garter belt and stockings. His eyes roved hungrily over my body, devouring every inch of me.

The desire in his gaze sent a wave of heat rushing through me and it was nearly enough to send me off balance, but he reached out and steadied me as if he knew.

Maybe he did.

"Daddy," I breathed softly, and he ran his fingers beneath my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.

My arms circled around his neck, and I pressed myself close, my bare skin brushing against his chest, the feel of him intoxicating.

He was addictive.

My husband.

My Daddy.

My everything.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me off the floor and gently laid me down on the bed, his weight on top of me making my heart race and my pussy clench tight.

I moaned softly, and his hands wandered down to the waistband of my panties. Gradually, he edged them down, inch by slow inch.

His touch was gentle, his fingers caressing my skin as he exposed me. He pulled my panties the rest of the way down my legs before he tossed them aside. Then he hooked his fingers around the straps of my garter belt and tugged it down too, removing my stockings with it, leaving me bare aside from my bra.

That came off next.

I arched up, allowing him access to the clasp and he deftly undid it with a single hand.

My breath caught in my throat as he slipped the bra straps down my shoulders, his touch igniting every single nerve ending in my body. He peeled my bra away and dropped it to the floor, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable beneath him.

"Stay there, moya malyshka," he demanded. He pushed back and stood up before me, his muscular abdomen rippling with every movement.

Even with the bandages in place, he was an absolutely breathtaking sight.

But then he dropped his hands to his belt.

I sucked in a breath as his fingers moved nimbly, unfastening the buckle and undoing the button of his slacks.

The sound of the zipper seemed louder than it actually was, but it didn't matter because then he was shoving his pants down his thighs. My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge straining against his black boxer briefs.

He was hard.

For me.

His wife.

With a deep breath, I sat up, reaching out to grasp the waistband of his underwear. His hand caught mine and he leveled me with a look so scorching that I couldn't breathe for a few moments.

"Naughty girl," he scolded, and my face instantly heated with embarrassment. "Lie back on the bed before Daddy decides you need a very thorough spanking on your wedding night."

With a nod, I lowered myself onto the mattress and lay back.

His lips curved upward, and he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his briefs and slowly inched them down his thighs.

As he revealed his cock, thick and heavy, I had difficulty pulling in a breath. All I could think about was his thick girth pushing inside of me, and when I flicked my gaze back up to his, I could tell that he was thinking the same thing.

I spread my legs, giving him a little bit of a tease as he crawled on the bed and over top of me.

He lowered his body against mine, and I could feel the weight of him, the power. I couldn't help but arch into him.

I opened my thighs readily for him and his cock slid easily through my wet folds. I moaned, the feel of his heat intense against me.

"Yes. Please!" I begged.

"Hold onto Daddy, my sweet wife, what comes next is going to hurt," he warned, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Without another word, he thrust inside of me, filling me up completely.

My eyes rolled back in my head, the pleasure and pain so intense that I almost came right then. His thick girth stretched me wide, and I cried out, the burning stretch almost more than I could bear at first.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he purred and all of a sudden, the pleasure outweighed the pain and I moaned.

My hands fell to the back of his neck, and I pulled him down into a kiss, a soft cry escaping my lips.

He groaned against me, the sound low and animalistic, sending a shiver through me as he slowly drew his cock back and then shoved it in again.

This time, it was pure bliss.

We rocked together, his body moving over mine, his thrusts gentle at first and then building in intensity. I held on as tight as I dared, digging my nails into his back as he fucked me.

His hips rolled, driving into me, every inch of his massive cock buried deep. I lifted my hips in tune with his, taking more of him with every thrust.

Then his hand reached between us and his thumb toyed with my clit. I arched and gasped, the sudden contact sending me over the edge.

He flicked my clit, and my entire body went rigid. My orgasm exploded, washing over me with the force of a tidal wave. He kept playing with my needy bud as his other hand tangled into my hair, yanking my head back. Exquisitely delicious pain radiated across the back of my skull, surging straight down to my clit like a shooting star.

I gasped and trembled, his body slamming into mine, the intensity and the pleasure overwhelming.

A flood of sensation ripped through me and there was nothing I could do but hold on to him as it rocketed through me.

I cried out, my body shuddering as a second orgasm crashed over me, so intense, so powerful that it was all I could do not to come completely apart.

"Oh, Daddy!"

"That's it, baby girl. Come hard for Daddy. You're so beautiful when you come for me," he murmured, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I lost control completely.

I screamed for Daddy.

Just like I would for the rest of the night.

And every night going forward.