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“Why’d you stop?” she whines.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” I tease, reveling in the fact that I have all night to take my time with her. No one’s going to come looking for us because she’s all mine.
I would have finished her off with my fingers, but I’m ravenous to taste her arousal and feel her come on my tongue. So, I grasp the waist of her jeans and drag them down over her hips. Alina braces against the counter, lifting her butt enough for me to strip the tight fabric from her legs. Tossing her jeans aside, I lower to my knees, my bruised muscles screaming in protest. But I scarcely notice.
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I pull her forward to the edge of the hard surface. As the scent of her arousal fills my nose, I inhale deeply. “You smell so good,” I murmur, and her clit twitches as my breath washes across her slick slit.
“Mishka,” she gasps, her head falling back as I stroke my tongue between her glistening folds. Tangy excitement coats my tastebuds, making me throb inside my pants, and when her thighs start to tremble, I know this won’t take long.
“That’s right, love. Say my name when you come for me,” I breathe against her clit.
Alina’s hips buck off the counter, her warm, smooth pussy pressing against my lips. The taste of her arousal makes my balls tighten. I want to be inside her so badly it hurts. But first, I want to show her the proper amount of appreciation for saving my life.
So I lick her slit, gathering her juices as I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue. And when she’s mewling with desperation, I wrap my lips around her clit and gently suck.
“Oh, God, Mishka!” Alina screams, her hips jerking beneath my palms, and a gush of excitement coats my lips and chin as she comes hard.
Her clit flutters between my teeth, her body spasming with her release, and I hum with appreciation as I savor the way she responds so eagerly to my touch. I keep working her sensitive bud until the last of her shuddering pulses comes to an end. Then I release her, grasping the edge of the counter to bring myself to a stand.
Alina’s fingers curl around the back of my neck, and she brings our lips together with burning passion. I love it—and at the same time, it makes my swollen lip smart. Air hisses past my teeth as the angry split reopens and a coppery taste hits my tongue.
Gasping, Alina releases me, her beautiful blue eyes growing round. “Sorry,” she breathes, reaching up as if to touch my lip but withdrawing her hand before she makes contact.
Chuckling, I brush my tongue across the cut, tasting her sweet juices as they mingle with my blood. It’s ridiculously arousing. I wipe her cum from my face, then trap her chin between my finger and thumb as I lean in for a gentler kiss.
“No apologies tonight,” I murmur, then I capture her lips.
Alina’s touch is soft as she wraps her arms around my shoulders once more. Slowly, she eases off the counter, her fit and tantalizingly naked body sliding along mine as she goes. Her hands splay gently across my chest as she pushes me back, and I let her steer me toward the bed.
Each move is intentional now as she guides me to sit on the edge of my mattress. I spread my knees to make room for her between my thighs, and she starts to carefully undress me. Starting with my shirt, she guides it up over my head, and I raise my arms to help her.
Then she kneels to untie my boots and drags them off my feet.
I watch her, fascinated by how sexy she can make undressing me look. After she’s stripped the last of my clothing from my body, she pushes me back onto the bed. Her eyes take in every inch of my mottled flesh, the countless bruises from Viktor and the guys leaving their mark.
“They’re animals,” she observes breathlessly, her soft fingers tracing over my skin.
“This is a lot better than most traitors get,” I say. “I knew the risks when I signed up.”
Honestly, the beating makes me feel a modicum better about deceiving Alina in the first place. That, more than anything, I regret, and I’m glad that it’s all out on the table, the ugliest part of me laid bare for her to know.
But she seems to have long since forgotten it. She must be a saint to have found it in her heart to forgive me. And I couldn’t be more grateful. She leans over, pressing her lips to each purple mark, kissing my bruises as if to soothe the pain with her love.
Slowly, she works her way down to my ribs, her soft lips making my cock twitch and throb for her. When she finally reaches my weeping tip, she grasps the base of my shaft and licks the precum from my swollen head.
I groan at the sexy way she watches my face while she does it. Like she’s savoring my reaction as much as the taste of me. And though I would love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t think I can wait to be inside her that long.
Sitting up, I grasp the back of her head and roll on top of her, pinning Alina beneath me. She gasps, her breasts heaving as they press against my chest, and when I claim her lips, she releases a sultry moan.
Gently, I guide her bandaged wrists up over her head, trapping them there as I intertwine our fingers. And when I align my throbbing tip with her entrance, Alina wraps her legs around my hips.
I press inside her one inch at a time, relishing the way she tightens around my considerable girth. Our eyes meet, the heat of Alina’s gaze setting my soul on fire. Watching the intensity of her arousal grow makes me throb with desire. I’m consumed by the way she looks at me as if I’m her other half.
As I sink inside her to the hilt, it feels like we’ve become one, a being so consumed by pleasure and euphoria that nothing could break us apart. Her golden locks pool around her head like a halo, and in this moment, she really does feel like my angel.
Despite all the suffering and loss I’ve endured over the past few months, this is the happiest I’ve ever been. I can hardly believe Sergio Sakharov agreed to let me live, let alone marry Alina—and I fully intend to prove worthy of the honor.
I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want her, and tonight, it seems that everything has fallen into place. It’s almost impossible to feel bad about getting Alina pregnant, though neither of us were prepared for it, because it fills me with such joy, I can barely hold it in.
