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Her long hair tangles in my fingers, soft from how she brushed it earlier. Winding it in my fist, I force her head back to deepen our kiss. She opens her mouth for me, and I slide my tongue along her teeth, tasting the mint lingering from her toothpaste.
Galina parts her lips and moans a soft sound. I think it’s my name. Backing away to give her enough room to know for sure, I stare eagerly into her eyes. “What was that?” I ask.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes blurry, like she’s having trouble focusing. “Kiss me again,” she says.
In this moment I would do anything she asked. Anything.
Pushing her robe down her arms, I kiss her left shoulder, enjoying how smooth her skin is. She presses the back of my head, trying to force me to go lower, but I’m not ready yet. As eager as I am to see and taste every inch of her body, I want to draw this out. I need to make this last as long as possible.
All around us in the air, mixing with the passion, is the heavy shadow of fear. I can’t explain exactly what I’m scared of, and I don’t dare take the time to figure it out. Discovering the shape and the name of the monster hanging over my head would mean admitting it was real. Right now, all I want to do is to be in the moment with my wife.
She is my wife, I think seriously. We are partners. We’re working together, and all I want to imagine is the future for us. For us, I press my hands to her belly. A primal sensation wakes up inside of me. Galina is more than my wife; she’s my everything.
She’s carrying my baby. I have to make sure that she’s safe, that she’s cared for. Normally, to me, that means guns at the ready, a wall of spikes, an army at my beck and call.
Right now, caring for her means making her body feel amazing.
“I love you,” I whisper, before pulling her robe completely off her. She groans and hugs me closer. When my mouth gets near to her throat, I kiss her there, moving downward until I lick her collarbone.
Her fingers scoop at my shirt, trying to get it over my head. She’s struggling because I won’t move back far enough to create the space. I refuse to allow even an inch of air appear between us.
“Arsen, take this off,” she demands.
Ignoring her, I reach behind her shoulder blades to unclasp her nightgown. The straps dangle, the rounded tops of her breasts teasing me. The material dangles on her hardened nipples until I tug it, letting it hug her rib cage.
I kiss her right breast, then the left, and then the right again. She gasps at each touch. “Please,” she begs. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
She sounds desperate and I relate. I lean back just enough to pull my shirt over my head, throwing it across the room. Galina glances at my muscular body, but then she arches her head back, unable to see straight because I’ve cupped her perfect breasts in my hands. This is her weakness.
It’s also mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Grabbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I twist them from side to side. She shivers visibly as I play with her. Lowering my head, suckling at her right nipple while toying with the other, I feel her flex up into me. I know exactly what she likes, and not just because she’s so vocal, but because I pay attention.
I want to drive her crazy; it’s my favorite thing.
Lifting her up, I carry her to my bed and set her on it. She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around my hips as I stand between her knees. “I love you,” she swears to me. With how she’s gazing up from down below, it sounds like a prayer. She aches for me to believe what she says. I do … I do believe she loves me … but that almost makes it worse.
You have to trust that she’ll stay on your side. Stay—as if she hasn’t already swayed. There’s no proof of that! I argue with myself, except there’s plenty.
She hid Ruslan from me. She defended Madison, a stranger, because she’s a good liar.
No, you fool. Because she’s a good person. She’s not a monster like you.
I kiss Galina to quell the chorus of warnings in my skull. She’s surprised by how I ravish her—hands on her neck, her chest, her spine, and hips. I can’t get enough of her. I’m trying to chase away my inner fears with the passion surging in my blood. It’s almost enough.
“Say you love me,” she whimpers.
“I love you.” I do I do I do.
“And you always will?”
I kiss her mouth, sending the word Yes down her throat. She swallows it and doesn’t ask again.
The bed shifts when I press her flat onto it. She doesn’t loosen her thighs from my waist. I don’t need her to. Peeling her black satin panties over her plump ass until they’re stuck between us, I give them a rough yank, tearing the fabric. Her eyes flash with a spike of arousal.
Her nightgown is pooled on her waist, the upper band rolled over her sternum and below her exposed breasts. It’s sexier than if she was naked. Settling my weight on her, I lick her left nipple in a slow, patient circle until she’s panting. Without looking, I navigate my jeans, popping the button, lowering the zipper. My cock is engorged to the point of pain. I shove my boxers to the side, setting it free, sighing in relief. My shaft is thick and hot in my own fist.
Galina rakes her nails down my shoulders, then downward, searching for my cock. I hiss through my teeth as she circles it in her grip. She squeezes lightly, testing me, watching my face. I don’t tell her to stop … I give her no instructions as she starts jerking me off.
