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Minutes pass, maybe more, with him like this.

He whispers in my ear, urgent and passionate. “Come… for… me…”

“Soon.” I gasp. “Suh-soon.”

“Soak… my… fucking… dick.”

He plunges into me, and I feel him releasing, the tension draining from his body as his teeth sink into my shoulder. The moment I feel this – the power I have over this big, scary, beautiful man – my body crests another wave of release.

I tighten around him, pulsing, feeling dizzy with the sheer force of it. He keeps going, fucking me for as long as he can, even as his cock begins to wilt. When he pulls out and he sees me still twitching, he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs furiously.

I drive against him, whimpering, until I’m spent and trying to catch my breath.

He lies next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“The mess,” I whisper.

“We can take a shower,” he tells me. “And I’ll change the sheets.”

I prop myself up on his chest, smiling widely. “You’ll change the sheets?”

He grins, gently cupping my face. “I love seeing you smile like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t have to hold on so tightly,” he says. “Like everything is going to be okay.”

I try to remember the complications, the fact he watched me without my permission. But I can’t care. I don’t. That’s the truth. Not after that. I just want to be happy and carefree and with him.

“You dodged the question,” I say.

He chuckles. “If it means you’ll stay in bed with me, then yeah, you’ll get the five-star Maksim bed turnover service.”

“Five-star? You rate yourself highly, then.”

He slides his hand through my hair. I tilt my head toward his touch, my body buzzing as if I’m on high. I feel lightheaded, and I can’t stop smiling.

“You’re everything, Lia,” he says, voice husky.

“Everything… how?”

“Everything I want. I need. Everything a savage like me probably doesn’t deserve. But I’m selfish, and I want you again. And again. And again.”

My body responds earnestly to his words. My heart fluttering in response.

“You might need to give me some time,” I whisper. “But I want that too.”

He kisses me on the forehead, a moment of shocking gentleness after the wild sex. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

CHAPTER 20

MAKSIM

Iwrap my arms around her in the shower, gently sliding side to side as though we’re dancing to music. She sinks back against me, head tilted, eyes closed contentedly as the water drips down our bodies. I’m hard again, my cock pushing against her back, but I try to remember what she said about needing time.

She’s probably sore. I can’t blame her. That sex was wild and explosive and so hot, I’m still reeling.

She looks up at me with an almost shy smile on her face, reading my thoughts. “I can’t have sex,” she says, with emphasis.