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Her legs tightened around mine as she met me thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder with the familiar yet exciting motions. “Who do you belong to?” I told her, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
“You.”
I drove myself deeper inside of her. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.”
I claimed her lips once again, swallowing her cries of pleasure as her walls trembled and milked my cock with need. Blood pounded in my ears as I poured into her, my vision briefly blurring from the force of my own pleasure. And only after my body was emptied and depleted did I slowly roll off her and onto my back.
Elia turned and rested her head against my chest, her hand pressed over my abdomen. “Why don’t I go and fix us some breakfast?” she asked, her nails lightly scratching my skin. “And then maybe we can spend the day together?”
I heard the hesitation in her voice, almost as if she didn’t know that there wasn’t a damn thing I would rather do than to spend time with her. There were a million things that demanded my attention, but in this moment, none of them mattered. The only thing that mattered was the woman in my arms and the way her fingers slowly brought life back into my spent cock.
The part of me that demanded I get to the bottom of the reason for our marriage wanted to shut her out. It demanded that I clam up and tell her that I didn’t have time to be with her other than now. It demanded that I harden my heart and cast her aside.
But I couldn’t.
Elia was removing her walls, and after my own confession about her brother, I knew that I could too.
I could become someone other than Aleksey, son of Fyodor and sworn enemy of all Tarallos.
When she heard no response from me, she started to move away. My hand found its way to hers, gripping her delicate fingers gently until our eyes met. “I would love to spend the day with you.”
Her face melted into a smile that tugged at my heart. “Then I better go get breakfast started.”
I released her from my grip and watched her climb out of bed. Her naked form was irresistible to look at in the morning light, and I briefly considered telling her to stay exactly that way all day. And I knew that all I had to do was ask, and she would comply.
But I remained silent. She slipped on one of my shirts, her petite form hidden by the fabric. She cast me one last furtive look before she walked out of our bedroom. A savage sense of pride rushed through me.
Mine. Totally and completely mine.
By all rights, I should have felt only power and fulfillment. Yet, a sudden sense of apprehension overcame me.
Let’s fly away together, Aleks. Just you and me.Why? Why did those words come back to haunt me now? There must be a reason.
Swallowing the dual feelings of bewilderment and apprehension, I climbed out of bed and grabbed some clothing myself. Was it bad that I wanted to spend the day with my wife? The last few weeks had been good for me. No longer was I solely focused on work, and when I was, I had someone waiting for me at home. Elia always had a ready smile—and on most nights, dinner waiting. And every night, she would talk about her day, and I would actually fucking listen.
I cared about her. But maybe that was why those words came back to haunt me.
Because there was a time when I cared. And I still remembered how caring turned out.
Forgoing my shoes, I walked into the kitchen, where the tantalizing smells of eggs and bacon filled the air. My stomach rumbled as I stepped behind Elia, brushing her hair aside to place a light kiss on her neck. “How can I help?”
“Coffee,” she answered, keeping her attention on the pans before her. “I got this.”
Yeah, she did. She had more than she knew right now.
We sat down for breakfast shortly after that. “What do you want to do today?” I asked her.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure. What did you have in mind?”
I saw myself clearing the table with a single push, her legs spread open on the table in the morning light as I feasted on the sweetness between them. In my mind, I saw myself kissing every part of her body until I left her flushed and trembling. Other than that, I had no other plans or thoughts.
“I know of a few places to start,” she said when I offered no suggestions.
But just then, my phone buzzed beside my plate. I picked it up, frowning as I stared at the text from Boris.
We have a problem.
