With a growl, he pushes up and blankets me again, plowing straight into me.
I forget to breathe.
“Fuck, Babygirl.” He bites my neck, then licks away the sting. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes.” I nod, surprised my vocal cords are working. “So fucking hard.”
He smashes his mouth against mine, thrusting into me again. And then we’re lost to the rhythm.
The room fills with our moans. He kisses me, I kiss him, both of us starved for each other.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild with arousal and something else.
I touch his cheek, knowing what he wants to say and needing him to say it.
“I’ve watched you from the shadows for too long. No more.” His throat works as he swallows hard. “I’ve said it before, but you need to know, Elana. I mean this when I say it. You are mine. I won’t let you go now. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes.
“I’m yours,” I say with a nod. He stills, needing more. He wants it all. I’ll give it to him. “Forever, Artem. I’m yours. I’m insanely in love with you.”
The weight of a thousand lies lifts from my soul as I make my confession.
“Good.” He nods.
I pinch his shoulder. “Good?”
He captures my mouth again, slowly fucking me again. “You’ve made me a man obsessed.”
He drags my head back and runs his tongue over my throat.
“You’re all I think about. All I crave.” He bites on my earlobe. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”
I’ve heard Alexander say it to Megan enough times to know the phrase. He loves me.
I fist my hand in his hair and pull his head back. When his eyes flash danger, I smile.
“Good.”
He growls and shakes away my hand, thrusting hard into me. When my body tightens and my climax is a breath away, he bites my earlobe again.
“Be a good girl. Come for Daddy.”
On command, my orgasm tears through me. He drives harder into me, fucking me straight through the tsunami of pleasure. He bites down on my shoulder, pulling my hair.
“My good girl,” he grunts, fucking me harder as his own release sweeps him up.
Moments go by. Our ragged breathing the only sound. A thin layer of sweat covers us, but it’s no matter. There’s something else here with us now, something bigger, more important.
He loves me.
Slowly, he pulls away from me, settling beside me and pulling me into his chest. He kisses the top of my head. My ass throbs, my scalp stings, but my heart is full.
“Elana,” he says softly, holding me tightly. “We can’t hide away here forever.”
I cover his mouth with my hand, not wanting to hear the next thing he says. Not because I disagree, but because I’m not ready. This is all I want, the warmth and love of being in his arms.
He pulls my arm away and rests my hand on his chest. “Elana.”
