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I let out a growl and slam her against the wall, burying my cock inside her a second later. Her nails dig into my back as she screams my name and tightens her legs around me. The feel of her body pressed against mine and the perfect wet heat of her pussy clenching around my shaft reminds me that this is my home.She’smy fucking home, and without her, I’m nothing.
“Dima,” she whimpers when I speed up even faster, pounding into her in a relentless rhythm while I kiss and lick my way down her slender neck, stopping to give her shoulder a soft bite that has her gasping and arching her hips against me as best she can. Her body is slick with rain, and the feel of her nipples dragging along my chest with every thrust is nearly doing me in.
Knowing I’m not going to last much longer, I bring my mouth to hers and tighten my grip on her ass, positioning her so that every stroke has me hitting her swollen clit until her body is trembling and she’s whimpering against my lips.
“Come for me, Gina,” I say, before sliding my tongue back in to meet hers.
She opens her eyes, locking them on mine, letting me see her as she comes undone. I swallow her screams, groaning at how tightly she’s clenched around me and how she’s pulsing around my cock until I have no choice but to follow her. With a feral growl, I slam into her, burying myself as deep as possible while she milks me of every damn drop I have. My balls have been aching and overfull for days, and the release is nothing short of miraculous. Every cell in my body is lit up with pleasure, but there’s also an overwhelming feeling of calm and absolute bliss that no one on this planet has ever been able to give me—no one except her.
“Fuck,” I groan when I’m finally empty and we’re both spent and shaking. I kiss a line along her collarbone before pressing my face to her neck, breathing in the scent of her. “I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything. These last three days have been absolute hell.”
“Good,” she says, making me laugh. “I would have been very upset if you were having fun while I was crying myself to sleep at night.”
“I am so sorry.” I press my forehead against hers. “I will keep you safe, Gina, but from now on, it is going to be with you by my side.”
She smiles and lazily drags her nails along my upper back, making my whole body spark back to life, not that the fire had started to go out. I’m still semi-hard and quickly growing back to full strength.
“It does seem like it would be easier to protect me when you can see me. I was on my own while you were hiding from me, and nothing bad happened.”
I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “That is what you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“I had someone watching you every second of every day. The guys took turns.” I shrug my shoulders at her shocked expression. “Did you really think I would just let something happen to you?”
The fact that she even hesitates breaks my heart. “I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me,” she finally admits.
“I am so sorry I made you doubt how I feel.” I pull her back from the wall and start to carry her upstairs. “I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you how much I love and need you.”
“Just the night?” she asks, arching her brow at me and giving me a wicked smile.
I wink and give her ass a hard enough smack to make her gasp while also avoiding her tender tailbone. “The rest of my life, greedy girl. I hope you can handle it.”
She moans and rocks her hips, grinding her slick pussy against my fully hard cock that’s still lodged inside her. When I let out a deep groan, she laughs and bites my bottom lip. “I hopeyoucan handle it, Dima.”
God, she’s so fucking perfect. I carry her up the stairs, more determined than ever to show her exactly what all I can handle. Hours later when she’s sweaty, exhausted, with her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, I pull her in close to me, smiling when she snuggles in closer, perfectly fitting her body to mine. For the first time since she left, I fall into an easy sleep and don’t wake until the sun is streaming in the window, the storm long since passed.
I have to force myself out of bed, careful to not wake her. My eyes linger on her still form, mesmerized by how the early morning light hits her skin. When she rolls over and reveals a perfect, round ass cheek, I have to bite my tongue to keep from groaning, and it’s only sheer willpower that gets me down the stairs and into the kitchen. Well, that and the fact that I can tell she hasn’t been eating enough. Another stab of guilt hits me because I know that’s my doing. Knowing I can at least fix this one, I set about frying some bacon and scrambling some eggs.
I’m almost done when I hear her walking down the stairs. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her. She’s wearing nothing but my T-shirt and looking sexier than any woman has a right to. With a shy smile, she gives me a cute wave and ducks into the bathroom. I’m loading her plate up when she comes out and walks over to me.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, scooping her up in my arms and kissing her. I can taste my minty toothpaste on her tongue and when I slide my hand under her shirt, I can’t help but let out a moan when I realize she’s not wearing any panties. “Is not fair when you do that, Gina,” I tell her, already painfully hard and trying to remember why it’s so important we eat breakfast when I really just want to eat her. When I run my hand up her side and feel the slight difference—the waist that’s a little smaller, the ribs that stick out a bit more than they should—it gives me the strength to sit her tempting ass down on the stool and put a fork in her hand.
“Eat,” I growl before walking to the other side of the counter, needing to put some space between us.
She laughs but does as I ask, reaching gratefully for the large mug of coffee I pass her. She cups the mug with both her hands and closes her eyes with a sigh when she takes the first sip. I busy myself with fixing my own plate just to give my hands something to do instead of ripping off the shirt she’s wearing and taking her right here on the damn counter.
I watch her, though, unable to take my eyes off her, and I can’t stop myself from smiling while she devours her breakfast like a starving woman. I give her a wink when she looks up at me, chewing a large mouthful of food. Yeah, I’ll have those pounds back on her in no time.
“You can stop looking so damn smug,” she says, her voice muffled because she didn’t wait to swallow before speaking.
“You lost weight.” I point my fork at her. “And I’m going to make sure you put it back on.”
She laughs, takes another bite, and grins. “I’m not complaining.”
When she’s finally stuffed, she leans back in the stool and says, “My dad knows about us.”
I nearly choke on my mouthful of coffee. “What? When did that happen?”
