Page 60 of Savage Truce

Pressing gentle kisses to my temple, he whispers, “Forget about them, moya krasavitsa. It’s okay to move on with your life and to be happy. You deserve it more than anyone.”

I nod and tilt my head back so I can meet his eyes, which soften on me while he keeps showering my face with feather-soft kisses.

“My Anastasia,” he whispers lovingly, his expression turning to one of pride. “My beautiful wife.”

All the attention he’s giving me makes the trembling stop and my breaths even out. Staring up at him, I take in his neatly trimmed beard and the extra strands that have escaped from the bun. I lift my hand to the back of his head and untie his hair, loving how wild he looks when it falls to his shoulders.

As I lift myself onto my tiptoes, he hooks an arm around my waist to support me and leans down. Our mouths meet in a soft kiss, and when he doesn’t deepen it, I take the initiative and bite his bottom lip.

Giving him what I hope is a seductive look, I push the lapels of his jacket to the sides until he gets the memo and shrugs it off.

This time, when I press my lips to his while undoing his bow tie, he doesn’t hold back. His fingers twist in my hair as he takes control, the sudden hunger stealing my breath.

I pull the bow tie free and let it fall somewhere beside us, then work on the first button of his shirt as his tongue strokes mine roughly.

God.

As intense tingles scatter through my body and my abdomen clenches with need, my fingers fumble with the buttons.

A low sound rumbles from his chest, and his hold around my waist tightens before he lifts me clear off my feet, keeping me firmly pinned to his muscled chest.

I love when he does that.

Moaning, I drag my fingertips through his beard, desperate for everything he’s willing to give me.

He angles his head, deepening the kiss until I completely fall under his spell. When I nip at his bottom lip again, a rough groan vibrates through him, sending a thrill straight to my core.

Rodian lowers me to my feet, then grabbing hold of my sweater, he breaks the kiss so he can drag it over my head. As he drops it to the floor, he orders, “Turn around and take off your jeans, so I can see your sexy ass.”

A little worried, I ask, “Won’t the others hear us?”

He shakes his head, indicating with a twirl of his finger for me to do as he said. “The hum of the engines will drown out any sounds.”

As I undo the button and pull down my zipper, he grins wickedly. “Unless I make you scream.”

A nervous chuckle escapes as I turn my back to him, and when I shimmy out of the tight jeans, the groan coming from him makes it sound like he’s in pain.

Just as I step out of the jeans, he grips my asscheeks and digs his fingers into my skin. “Blyadʹ, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

His voice is gravelly with desire, giving me one hell of a confidence boost. Slipping one of his hands around my front, he pushes it down the front of my panties and cups me between my legs.

“Iisus Khristos, even your pussy is fucking soft and plush.” The words rumble deep from his chest, making me pant with need for him. “Getting to put my hands on you has every ounce of control going straight to shit. I’ll do my best to take it slow for you, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult.”

Having a man touch me so sensually for the first time, my legs go a little numb, and I slump back against his chest. I have no idea what to do with my hands, and before I can figure out where to put them, he releases me and orders, “Get on the bed.”

As I place my knee on the covers, Rodian rips his shirt open, not caring that the buttons come loose.

Unable to tear our eyes off each other, he watches as I crawl onto the bed and lie down for him while I devour the ink on his skin and the sharp curves by his hips.

My body flushes with heat, and I rub my thighs together when he takes off his belt and unzips his dress pants.

He shoves his boxers down his muscled thighs, as well, making me lose my ability to think. As I stare at his manhood, which is thick, with angry veins snaking beneath velvety-looking skin, I feel my panties soaking with arousal.

Rodian gets onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Taking hold of my knees, he pushes my legs open, then proceeds to press a kiss to my mound before alternating between lightly biting and kissing his way up to my breasts.

“Oh God,” I moan from how erotic it feels.

He pushes his hand beneath my back and unsnaps my bra, then ripping the lace away from me, he lets out a predatory growl before he feasts on my nipples like a starving man.