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“You can’t. Not until it’s safe.”
“I thought it was safe. Akim is dead, isn’t he?”
Yakov nods. “Akim is dead. Unfortunately, his younger brother isn’t. Not yet.”
The fire in his eyes is answer enough, but I ask the question anyway. “Is that who was in the house? Is that who gave me the necklace?”
“Pavel,” Yakov confirms through gritted teeth. “He is out for revenge because I killed his brother. It makes him a loose cannon. I have no idea what he is going to try.”
There are a few fake windows set into the walls that are meant to replicate daylight, but there isn’t any real access to the outside world. I’m safe down here. But I feel suddenly exposed. It’s the same feeling I got when I was outside at the mansion… like I was being watched.
“Is there any way he followed us here?”
“None.” I don’t realize how cold I am until Yakov runs his warm hands down my arms. “No one knows about this place and I made sure we weren’t followed. I’m the only person in the world aside from Mariya and the couple upstairs who know you are here. You’re safe.”
“Then you should stay here. If we’re safe, you should stay, too.” I curl my hands around his neck. I want to press close, but my bump hits him first. Yakov gives me a sad smile and lays his palm against my belly. Then he grabs my hand and leads me to the door in the far left corner.
This bedroom is small but tidy. There’s a full-sized bed with a handmade quilt thrown over the mattress and a stack of extra blankets sitting in a rocking chair in the corner. It’s nothing like our room at the mansion.
Yakov locks the door behind us and then lifts me to the edge of the mattress. “I can’t stay here with you… but I can stay for a few more minutes.”
It’s not enough. A few stolen minutes with Yakov will never be enough. I need all of him, all of the time.
But beggars can’t be choosers. I grab the front of his shirt and jerk him towards me. Our mouths crash together at first, but the kiss immediately softens. I stroke my fingers through his hair and hold him close, tasting and memorizing every inch of him like it’s the last chance I’ll ever have.
It might be.
I blank the thought out, wrapping my legs around his thighs and pulling Yakov closer. All I have on is Yakov’s large t-shirt. The last few hours were so hectic that I barely even noticed my lack of real clothes. He pushes the hem of the shirt up and over my hips before grabbing my panties and sliding them down.
His movements aren’t frantic or hurried. He’s taking his time with me. But right now, we both want the same thing.
Yakov drops my panties to the floor while I unzip his pants. The hard length of him springs out into my palm and I press him to my entrance.
I lean back on my hands while he slides slowly into me, stretching me around him inch by inch. When he’s in me to the hilt, our eyes catch. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.
For this second, we are the only people who exist. There is no danger. No safehouse. No need for us to be apart. For the next few minutes, there is only the two of us and the way we’ve always fit together so perfectly.
I rest one hand against his square jaw. “I love you, Yakov.”
“I don’t want to hear that.” Yakov pulls out of me and strokes back in. “I don’t want to hear you say goodbye.”
“But I wasn’t?—”
“You were,” he says sharply, filling me again.
I press my palm to his heart. “Then what do you want to hear?”
He slowly spreads my thighs further apart. His fingers clutch around the tips of my legs, his thumb drawing a devastating circle over my clit. I moan.
“That.” He kisses my neck as he thrusts into me again and again. “I want to hear you come for me like you’re mine. Like we’ll be able to do this again tomorrow and the day after and the day after.”
“Like nothing is going to change.” I wrap one hand around his waist and cling to his lower back as he angles me back towards the bed.
He hits a deeper place in me and I cry out. “Nothing is going to change.” His thumb and his cock work me inside and out until I can’t form words. “It is always going to be like this, Luna. You and me.”
Release pulses through me and I feel Yakov follow quickly behind. But even when it’s over, I keep my legs wrapped around him, not wanting him to pull out yet. Wanting to stay here with him as long as I can.
“Promise me you’ll call,” I whisper.
