Page 96 of Savage Truce

“Much better.” Rinsing out the facecloth, I wipe his forehead again, then he says, “I would go through it all again for you.”

My gaze snaps to his, and seeing he means it fills my heart with sisterly love. “Thank you, Andrei.”

When I get up, he mutters, “I hate that you saw it.”

Flashes of Andrei being stabbed and cut bombard my mind, and I sit down again, taking hold of his hand in both of mine.

“I wish I could’ve done more. I’m sorry I started rambling about cabins in the woods.” I shrug while admitting, “Dreaming helped me get through some horrible moments, and I guess I thought it would help you too.”

“It did. It gave me something to focus on.” When I meet his gaze, he says, “I’m going to buy a cabin in the woods the first chance I get.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, then a flash of pain tightens his features that are visible beneath the bandages.

“Is the pain back again?”

“Yeah.”

I resume massaging his temple, and when he finally falls asleep, I carefully get up so I don’t wake him.

Turning away from the bed, I see Rodian leaning against the doorjamb, an awe-filled expression on his face. He holds out his hand to me, and I give him a sheepish look as I walk to him.

Taking his hand, I pull the door shut before saying, “Sorry, I just had to check on him.”

“Don’t apologize.” Rodian leads me back to our bedroom, then says, “You’re really good with him.”

I shrug while kicking my slippers off and removing the sweater. “He has a soft side beneath all the grumpiness.”

“Which he doesn’t show a lot of people.”

We climb back under the covers, and I scoot closer to Rodian, snuggling into his side while he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

Happy in my husband’s arms, my mind grows quiet until I drift off.

I’m woken by Rodian tugging my pajama bottoms down my legs and let out a sleepy chuckle. “Hmm… what are you doing?”

“I need you.” His tone is gruff with desire as his palms rub up the inside of my thighs. “So fucking much.”

“Then have me.”

He begins to stroke my clit while shoving my shirt up, and his mouth latches onto my right nipple, sucking and biting it into a stiff bud.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he groans against my skin.

Feeling his manhood by my opening, I lift my hips, and when he enters me with a hard thrust, we both moan from how good it feels.

“Iisus Khristos.” Rodian doesn’t take me fast, but instead, he continues to lavish my breasts with attention while remaining buried deep inside me.

The need intensifies in my abdomen until I desperately say, “You have to move.”

“Not yet.” He lifts his head and gives me a devilish grin.

“Why?”

His hands move up and down my sides before he squashes my breasts together. “I want to push you as far as I can.”

“What did I do to deserve this kind of torture?” I gasp, struggling to swivel my hips beneath the heavy weight of his body.