Page 25 of Savage Little War

Heat thunders through me as I increase my pace, my free hand trailing down her throat and squeezing her breast. The pleasure ramps up with each passing second, and as she claws me and arches, I know that neither of us will last. It feels too damn good.

I sit up a little more, pulling her legs around my waist as I rock into her. My thumb presses against her clit as I grab her hip in my other hand, holding her steady.

Cara tosses her head back with a sharp inhale, already writhing as friction collides with pressure. She grabs the sheets again, wringing them as the bliss heightens. “So close…Dmitri, please…”

“I’ve got you,” I promise her as I keep going, not daring to stop.

Not until she comes apart at the seams.

It doesn’t take long for her second orgasm to hit her. Instead of a cry, she lets out a broken whimper of my name as her entire body succumbs to violent shudders.

I thrust into her harder, drawing out the pleasure until I can’t take it anymore. I spill inside of her with gritted teeth, the intensity nearly dizzying me.

“Holy shit.”

Cara melts into the mattress, breathing heavily as she recovers. “Finally.”

I chuckle as I lean down to wrap an arm around her, holding her against me. “As good as you remember it being?”

“Better,” Cara replies as she combs her fingers through my hair. The motion is so soothing that it could easily put me to sleep, but I’m not done with her tonight.

“How about I order us food, and we take a bath?” I suggest as I brush her hair away from her beautifully flushed face.

“The best way to recharge,” Cara says with a knowing look on her face. She then leans up and pecks me on the lips. “I want pizza with mushrooms this time.”

“Whatever you want, milaya,” I tell her as a smirk teases my lips. I climb off her, only to grab her and pull her into my arms to carry her to the bathroom. Once I set her down near the sink and switch on the hot water for the bath, I kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll go ahead and order the pizza. Our bath shouldn’t take too long.”

Cara teasingly drifts her fingertips down my abdomen. “So you think.”

We’ve been engaged for barely a few hours, and I already know it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. That flirty smile of hers is impossible to resist. Cara is the woman of my dreams.

I can’t wait for the forever that we get to spend together.

The next morning hits like a freight train.

Even worse, I’m not being woken up by my beautiful fiancé on top of me.

Some asshole thought sunrise was an acceptable time to call me.

Cara stirs beside me, finally back in my bed, blinking her eyes sleepily. “Hmm?”

“Go back to sleep,” I murmur as I rub her back. After last night, we both need some extra rest.

Cara mumbles something that I can’t hear, but she relaxes.

I grab my phone and slip out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly.

Without even looking at the caller ID because I’m going to be pissed regardless of who is calling me, I hit the answer button.

“What?” I grind out. Sunlight knifes into my eyes.

“Do you think the legacy of the Bratva is a joke?”

I pause as I recognize Victor’s cold voice, my pulse quickening. “I take it you’ve heard my good news.”

“I heard that a fucking atrocity is happening! You’re marrying the Irish girl? Are you trying to destroy the Bratva’s alliances?” Victor questions me.

The fingers of my free hand tightly curl up. I can’t wait for the day that I finally punch this bastard in the face for all of the shit that he has spewed at me. It’s just a matter of time.