“I want you to demand pleasure from me.”
“You don’t mind?” She mewls as I thrust into her faster, accepting the soft clutch of her cunt as an invitation for more.
“I crave it. I want you to expect only that from me.Tsaritsa moya.” She releases a sob. “You like it when I call you that?”
“Da. I love it. Oh, fuck. Maxim. More. Please. Please?—”
I can do no less than give her everything she’s begging for.
Especially when, at the base of it, all she wants is me.
I never expected to have her like this. Never thought the woman I wanted for my own would want me in return.
But she does.
I have to give Camille credit—the only reason she agreed to tying Victoria to me was if I courted her.
Now, her pussy clings to me as much as her arms do. When I try to rub her clit again, she won’t release me for long enough to shift my hand. Just holds onto me so hard, so tightly, so ferociously that I know she never wants tolet go.
When I come in her, she hums. If she were a cat, I’d say she was purring.
As I fuck my cum into her, thinking about when I’ll get her pregnant, when I’ll fill her with my child, she wriggles beneath me. The movements are happy and sated. There’s no orgasm, but next time I vow there will be.
“Always unique,zaya,” I murmur, enjoying her inhalation as I turn us onto our sides and hitch her thigh higher on my hip so that I can stay inside her.
“Always yours,” she answers like the brat she is, insisting on the final word as she nestles against my chest. Cuddles me.
Fuck.
Like usual, it’s hard to accept her embrace, mostly because I was a child the last time anyone hugged me like this.
I rest my chin on the crown of her head and accept a cold, hard truth—I’m never going to be able to sleep without this again.
Without her.
She’s softness and kindness and gentleness.
She’s nothing that I deserve and everything I crave.
She, more than anything or anyone, is mine.
And I won’t do without her. Won’tbewithout her.
Ever.
Again.
THIRTY-FOUR
THE ONE WHERE SHE SAID, “I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER.”
A soft fingertraces shapes on my back.
My nose wrinkles at being disturbed but I scent him, us, and while I heave a sigh at being woken up, I find myself utterly satisfied by my location.
It’s a delicious juxtaposition.
The very best kind.
