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The demand in his voice caused me to shiver. I moved my hips, needing to feel him. Kova was right. I did ask, and here I was unable to handle it. I met his gaze.
"I cannot even get mad because I created that stress in you. All I can keep doing is trying to prove that you are my one and only forever love. One day I hope you believe me."
A gush of emotion pushed through my lips and I whimpered. "I do believe you. That's the thing, I do believe you. I'm just… I don't know what. Emotional, I guess."
Kova's hips surged forward and my eyes fell heavy from the wonderful blooming heat in my pelvis.
He continued when I couldn't speak. "I love you, and I never stopped loving you. I never will." He rocked harder into me. "Remember that. Remember right now when you question my love for you next time, because I know you will."
I smashed my lips to his and my arms tightened around his neck. Divine fullness filled me, but my heart was still aching. I was so stupid to doubt him. Every time I thought about Kova, my fear was he didn't want me anymore. How many more times did he have to tell me he loved me for me to finally believe it?
"I'm sorry," I cried against his mouth. I said it again as I greedily took his length. "I'm so sorry."
He shook his head, his voice frantic. "Stop. There is nothing to be sorry about."
I was sorry for more than just what happened. Mostly, I was sorry I was leaving him behind.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
Before I could say it again, Kova spoke a few lines in Russian under his breath, then he kissed me. A sharp pang sliced through my chest at the familiarity of this moment.
Prosti.
All the air left my lungs and I abruptly broke the kiss and we stopped moving.
This was nearly the exact thing as that awful night. Kova came to me and apologized in his native tongue for hours while we made love. The only difference now was we were aware of the outcome, and it was me who was saying sorry.
We really were one in the same.
"Prosti," I said. I licked my lips and looked down.
My voice was quiet, broken. I was truly sorry for my decision even though I knew it was going to wreck us.
He tipped my chin up, and his intense eyes bored into mine.
"Ya ne mogu predstavit' svoyu zhizn', ne vidya tebya kazhdyy den.'"
My chin trembled. I waited for him to translate.
"I cannot imagine my life without seeing you every day." Kova's hips pressed forward and my jaw fell open at the delicious pressure between my legs. "I love you, Adrianna."
I inhaled, trying to steady my tears. "Promise me you'll never stop?"
I was such a hypocrite.
Kova sealed his response with a kiss. My hips moved over his in a slow wake, painting every inch of the way he felt pushing inside of me to memory. I had no right to ask him to keep loving me after I left, but I had to do it, and I needed to know he wouldn't forget about me.
Because the truth was, I would never forget about him, and I hoped that would be enough one day.
Wrapping his arm around my lower back, Kova guided us until my back was on the cool mattress. My hips widened and Kova seated deeper in my pussy. My heels drove into the bed and my neck arched, the back of my head pressing into the bed from the blissful pleasure. I let go and sighed, feeling so good.
"Tell me you love me."
Grabbing his face between my hands, I pressed a kiss to his lips. "You had me the first day when I walked into World Cup. I could never not love you, Kova."
His dejected smile crushed my heart. "I am going to make love to you now, Malysh, and I am not going to hold back. You are going to see how much I need you. I am not going to stop until your entire body feels how much I love you," he said, sinking deeper.
And that was what he did.
