A strange warm feeling entered my body as I held her in my arms. Her hot breath blew against my neck, and lifting my hand I found myself running it through her long dark hair. The feel of her hot skin rubbing against mine caused a low growl to build in my chest. A wave of possessiveness took root.

Leaning down to the floor, I picked up a bottle of water and watched as she drank the liquid down. Her lips were glistening wet, and I threw the empty bottle to the floor.

Moving to the bare wall at the rear of the room, I walked to the long piece of material hanging to the side and pulled it down. The bed built into the wall immediately fell, its small mattress covered in a white sheet. Pushing the bed to the floor, clicking it in place, I slumped down taking the female with me. As I backed up until I was sitting on the mattress, my back against the wall, she lifted her head.

Her eyes met mine, until they dropped as she inhaled softly. Her legs were apart and straddled over my waist; the feel of her warm heat caused my dick to twitch.

I watched her in fascination as she blinked in the room and the mattress we were sitting on. Licking her lips, she faced me and, without meeting my gaze, said. “We are on a real bed.”

My hand was still in her hair. As she spoke, my hand trailed down over her neck, then down over her shoulder. Once I’d reached the end of her arm, my eyes were drawn to her hard nipples. Gripping on tightly to her waist, I dragged her slight body farther up my torso, until her hard buds were in front of my mouth. My hips rolled, my balls aching, as I leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue over the red flesh. The female’s breath hitched and then became heavy. The flesh around the nipple bumped and hardened. On a low groan, I wrapped my mouth around the mound and lapped at the nipple.

She froze, and when I looked up she winced. Releasing her tit from my mouth, I reared back and studied her body. Seeing me watching her, the female bowed her head and whispered, “I am aching. My body feels … strange.”

This breathy timid admission made my heart swell in my chest. She was hurting. I knew from personal experience what the body felt like after being tied up for hours at a time.

Without noticing, my hands had lifted to her arms and begun massaging the aching muscles. When she released a pained moan, my attention snapped to what I was doing and I pulled back my hands. Anger swept through me. I was meant to be torturing her, making her reveal what she knew about Zaal Kostava. Instead I was trying to make her feel good.

My arms had locked at my sides as I fought to calm down when a shaking hand landed on my cheek. Every part of me stilled, and when I looked up it was the little Georgian’s hand. Her eyes were shining, her lips were trembling, but she didn’t say anything.

The way she was looking at me, the closeness of her body, unnerved me. No one but Mistress had ever gotten this close. I had seen no one but Mistress and the Gvardii since I was captured at the age of twelve. Mistress told me I was thirty now. I had seen no one but Mistress and the Gvardii for eighteen years.

The female sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around me. Her naked beautiful unmarked skin pressed up against mine felt better than anything I’d touched in my life before.

But her hand on my cheek was fucking with my mind. Her touch, her soft touch on my face, was bringing me to my knees.

Her throat moved as she swallowed. I waited. I waited, holding my breath, for her to speak. With another lick of her lips, she finally said, “That felt good.”

My stomach flipped, shots of fire traveling down my legs. Unclenching a hand by my side, I brought it forward to land on her free arm. The fingers on my face clasped my skin harder as my fingers wrapped around her biceps and began massaging the skin. The female groaned deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her lips parted and I watched as an expression of relief spread across her face. At the noises slipping from her mouth, I worked harder on her muscles. Her small body bowed forward, and as it did her hand stroked forward, until it clasped the back of my head. Taking my other hand, I placed it on her other arm and worked that muscle, too. The female’s eyes fluttered shut. As more noises slipped from her mouth, my hips began to roll, the feel of her hot pussy growing wetter by the second pressing on my skin. My cock began to throb.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, fighting back the pressure building in my balls. Her fingers dug into my head. As another groan left her mouth, I gripped her arms and turned her round. The female stiffened in fear, but I planted her over my dick, my hard flesh slipping between the crack of her ass, sliding forward to be coated with her wetness.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. Once her body relaxed, I kicked her legs open, my legs bending, caging them on either side. I paused at the feel of my body pressed against hers; she stilled, breathing deep.

I closed my eyes, trying to fight how good she felt against me, but as her ass shifted and dragged along my cock I knew I wouldn’t move, couldn’t move. I wanted her, Georgian or not, flush against my body. I needed it. I wanted my dick sliding in her wetness, and I wanted to feel her moans coming deep and strong as I massaged her limbs.

The female sighed, causing me to still, but then she leaned back against me, her head dropping to lean on my shoulder. Every part of me was frozen. This close, I could feel her breathing. This close, I could feel her racing heartbeat. This close, I could smell her sweet-tasting skin. Unable to stop myself, I pushed her hair over one shoulder and licked over her racing pulse—she tasted perfect.

The female shifted in front of me, her ass rubbing against my hard cock. A rumble built in my chest. My eyes rolled as heat built in my veins.

I placed my hands on her arms and began circling the muscles, bringing the blood back to her starved limbs. Her body sunk farther against mine. My hands explored her body, up and down her arms, until they moved to her waist. I didn’t stop. I continued kneading at her flesh—over her stomach, her torso, until my hands came to her tits.

My hips rolled when the kotyonok’s back arched. Her pussy slid along my dick, and I groaned at the feel. I palmed her tits harder, until the Georgian’s breath stuttered and strained.

Her feet planted next to mine in the mattress and, with her eyes closed, her hips rolled some more. Unable to stop myself from groaning, I grazed my teeth against the crook of her neck, before biting down and sucking her sweet skin into my mouth.

Needing to feel more of her body, I dropped my hands from her tits and moved them down to her thighs. My hands spread on the outer muscle and massaged in. She turned her face into my neck, her warm breath washing over my face. Shivers darted down my back at having her face so close to mine. For a second I entertained the thought of turning my face into hers. But I stopped myself. I stopped myself from giving that much to the victim in my arms.

She was the gateway to my hit. I knew she could never be anything more. My stomach tightened as I considered those words. As my hands explored her silky skin, a deep need inside wanted me to possess her and take her as my own.

I’d never had anything of my own. Even my sister wasn’t mine anymore, ripped from my arms when I was twelve, never to be held again.

This female writhing in my arms was bringing warmth to my cold dead heart. Her strength and courage as she took both pain and pleasure, destroyed the hatred I had of Georgian females. She was nothing like Mistress. This Georgian was a warrior queen compared to that sadistic whore.

Kotyonok suddenly moaned. I realized my hands had moved to her inner thighs. Now aware of how my touch was making her react, I closed in farther to her pussy, the heat of her skin showing me the way.

Flicking out my finger, I brushed it over her clit—it was swollen and ready. As I touched the raised nub, the female shuddered and cried out. Her hands, previously lying to the sides, slammed to land on my forearms. Her fingers gripped deeply into my skin, her fingernails breaking open my flesh.

Flames soared in my body, an intense heat, an unbearable need, commanding me to take her. Leading by feel and need alone, I wrenched apart her legs and pushed my dick through her pussy lips, her hot cream wrapping me in its heat. Using the grip on her thighs, I powered forward until the tip of my dick dragged against her swollen clit.

She moaned in my arms, her head rolling from side to side against my shoulder. But my vision blurred, and a single-minded determination took hold of my body—to make us both come like this.