Her hips grind against me as my shaft stiffens under her touch.
Slipping my hands behind her, I'm able to unfasten her bra with one hand, freeing her breasts. She wiggles out of the confining undergarment and tosses it aside.
Sliding one of my hands in between us, I cup one of her breasts and begin tweaking the erect nipple. Using my thumb and index finger, I pinched the nub, causing Anja to moan while lulling her head back.
Seeing her neck fully exposed, I lowered my head, kissing the indent midway between her shoulder and the curvature. As soon as my lips touched her skin, Anja's hands grasped my hair, and her hips ground harder onto my groin.
“Oh, God, Alexey...” Anja begs. “More, please.”
Taking her cue, I shift my weight off of her, but continue fondling her breast, and kissing her on the crook of her neck.
“What do you want?” I breath against her skin. “Tell me.”
“I want you to taste me,” she whispers.
Not needing a further invitation, I lowered my body slightly. As I slid down, my mouth stopped at her breasts, taking her nipple between my teeth, and gently applying pressure.
“Alexey!” Anja gasps. “Please...”
Smiling, I release the erect nub and scoot further down on my bed.
When I finally settle between her thighs, skin against skin, the connection feels inevitable. She is warm and responsive, arching into me with quiet gasps that make my control almost uncontrollable. I slip a hand between her thighs, feeling her heat. As one of my fingers slides down, I feel the built-up moisture, and rub my fingertip across the silkiness. Anja's hips continue swaying slightly side to side.
Glancing at her face, I see her eyes are closed, and in an instant her tongue slips out from her mouth and glides across her lower lip, causing me to groan. My finger slips inside her, and with every gasp she releases, my grin grows. Knowing the pleasure I'm bringing her satisfies me.
I move slowly at first, letting her adjust, watching her face for any sign of hesitation. There are none. Only trust and growing pleasure are mirrored in her face.
We find a rhythm that is both tender and intense, every stroke deliberate, every touch meaningful. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer as the tension builds between us. I whisper her name against her skin, telling her how beautiful she is, and how long I have wanted this without ever admitting it. She answers with soft moans and the press of her nails against my shoulders, her body moving with mine in perfect sync.
Her hips press into my hand, allowing my finger to go deeper. She lowers one hand to guide my hand to where she'll get the most pleasure. As my hand and finger work in sync with her movements, I glance at her face. Her eyes are still closed, and I know she's feeling her arousal rising.
Removing my finger, I slid my body between her legs. Anja's eyes snapped open, and I saw her chest rising and falling with short, quick breathes.
“Please, Alexey,” she murmurs.
Not needing another word to press on, I took my erection in my hand and slowly began sliding into Anja's core. Her immediate gasp causes me to stop moving, but when her eyes open, and a smile evolves on her lips, I continue the venture until I'm deep inside her.
With every thrust, I slam into Naja, and she meets my fierce pushes with her own desire. Her hips grinding into me, as her hands cup my ass cheeks... pulling my hips harder and faster into her.
The pleasure crests slowly, powerfully. Anja comes first, her head falling back against the pillow, a quiet cry escaping her lips as she trembles beneath me. The sight of her, completely undone, trusting me with her vulnerability, pushes me over the edge moments later.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, holding her close as waves of release wash through both of us.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing slowly, but returning to normal. I roll to the side, pulling her against my chest so her head rests over my heart. Her fingers trace lazy patterns over my skin, brushing the scar along my jaw with the same gentle curiosity she's shown weeks ago.
Neither of us speaks for a long time. The rain continues to tap softly against the windows, a gentle backdrop to the quiet intimacy that has finally replaced the careful distance we maintained for so long.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, my arm tightening around her waist.
“You’re safe,” I murmur against her hair. “Not just from Fadir. From everything.”
“I know.” She nestles closer, her voice soft and a little shaky with emotion
In that moment, I admit fully what I have been fighting for months. This is no longer about revenge or strategy. Anja Kuzmin has become the center of everything. The woman I want, the woman I will protect with my life.
The slow dismantling of Fadir continues outside these walls.
But inside them, something far more important has just begun.
