Page 89 of The Beauty Who Loved Him

Vera just laughed back.

“Fair enough,” Vaslav still conceded.

His fingers started working into her ass again reminding Vera how sensitive her body became when all he did was touch her. Especially intimately. She pushed the notebook away with the tip of the pen, and tossed it further away on the bed after.

“I have things I can’t forget to do next week,” she breathed, trying to focus more on the words than the way his fingers found something good to hit and tease with every stroke. “Even if I’d like to pretend like I have nothing to do, that’s not how it works.”

“What do you have to do?”

“A doctor appointment I put off, getting rentals set up for my parents, and—”

“I wouldn’t worry about rentals. I think Demyan has it all figured out now.”

Vera stilled on the bed, asking, “You talked to my father?”

With his next question, the pumps, his three fingers stretching her rear full, came harder and deeper. “If I say yes, are you going to tell me to stop?”

In most cases, yes, she absolutely would. Vera didn’t enjoy bringing the topic of any man, let alone her father, into bed with another. Wasn’t that just good practice?

“I really wish you’d just get on with fucking me,” she whined.

“You’re not ready. It’ll hurt.”

“Have you seen the size of you? It will always hurt.”

That had him chuckling.

“The doctor’s appointment, now what’s that for?” he asked, withdrawing his fingers from her ass to resituate his position on the bed. “Here, come up.”

Sitting on his shins, he grabbed her waist and tugged to urge Vera to her knees, shuffling her back until his hair-dusted chest kissed her spine, and she could feel his hand pumping his cock below her.

“A checkup, and my usual injection,” she said. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about babies.”

“Absolutely not.”

Vera cackled out a laugh that died in a moan when he pressed the head of his cock against her ass. That tight ring of muscles had been worked and stretched just enough to let the tip of his shaft slip in an inch or two, but she still felt every one, even if the coconut oil he’d loaded up on had also helped.

Trembling.

And shivering.

Of course, it would hurt.

She still liked it.

“I needed advice,” she heard him say behind her, his words chopping and breathless in her ear. “And that’s why I called your father. It felt like an appropriate source to start with, considering.”

Considering what?

Why would he want to go back to that conversation now? Didn’t she have better things to think about when his hands grabbed fistfuls of her ass, and that was the only thing keeping her steady?

“Easy,” he told her, his voice a soothing balm to the pain that licked up her spine. He wasn’t all that deep inside of her, but it sure felt like it. He pointed to the image of the two reflected back in the decorative wall mirror across from the bed. “Watch me make you take this nice and slow, my love.”

Legs shaking, she worked a little more of his cock inside of her as she seated further down his shaft. It felt the same way it had earlier. Too much. The sharpest, hottest sting. Yet, she wanted it.

“Am I?” Vera’s lips grazed over Vaslav’s scarred cheek when he leaned forward over her shoulder. “Am I your love?”

“Whatever’s left of it, anyway. Every bit of it is yours.”