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This right here is what love is supposed to feel like. Pure. Stress-free. Right.
Nazyr is my present, but he’s also my future. There is no one else I’d rather be with, and I know he’s going to be the perfect man to be by my side.
He doesn’t have any clue just how much I love him, but I hope over time, I can show him.
He squeezes my hand before letting it go, and then he finishes the rest of his dinner, telling me how much he’s enjoyed the entire thing. Nazyr sees every effort I’m making. I’m not a bad cook by any means, but cooking traditional Chechen recipes makes me feel like I’ve never cooked a day in my life. I haven’t told him that, but I’m sure he’d do one of two things. He’d either get a good laugh out of it or tell me we could hire a chef to be here on the nights I don’t want to cook our meals. I enjoy cooking, so I want to keep learning how to make Chechen dishes. I’m sure over the next few years, I’m going to become a pro at it.
“You knew the moment you met me that you didn’t want anyone else?” I ask, flabbergasted by what he’s saying.
He gives me a curt nod. “Yes, more or less. You called me to you in a way I can’t describe, and while I know you coming with me was pretty much forced, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you.”
I blink a couple of times at Nazyr and process what he’s telling me. Yes, it was forced, but it’s the only decision that’s been forced on me that I am truly happy about. I often wonder what would have happened to me if Nazyr didn’t take me that day. Death is the most likely option, or Duarte selling me into sex slavery.
Nazyr finishes eating his dinner, and when he’s done, I take his plate over to the sink and begin washing it off. I scrub the plate and his cutlery, then put it over in the other part of the dual sink after I rinse it off so it can dry. As I turn around, Nazyr’s leaning against the counter, staring at me with demanding eyes.
He crosses the distance between us and reaches an arm around my waist to plant it on the small of my back. I’m almost expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he claims my lips in a captivating kiss. We’ve only kissed like this a couple of times since we’ve been together, but something about this kiss is different. I’m not sure if it’s because we realize that, as a couple, we’re right for each other or if it’s because we’ve literally walked through hell together. Regardless, I don’t care about the reason. Nazyr feels right to me, and our being together feels so natural.
I glide my still-wet hands up his sides, and Nazyr picks me up, plopping me on the kitchen counter. He doesn’t tear his lips away from mine at all. We continue kissing, and he slides a leg between mine, forcing mine apart.
I notice my breathing grows heavier in anticipation, anxious for what’s about to happen. Nazyr brings a hand up against my neck and runs his thumb against my jawline. There’s a sensuality here that I’m just not used to, but Nazyr’s been showing me touches of sensuality since the first time we were together. I’m used to only ever having roughness, but he’s bringing a new element to sex to me.
I kiss him back more passionately, and it quickly turns carnal. The two of us are pawing at each other like ravaging animals. I’m quickly unbuttoning his shirt, and he’s pulling down the straps of the dress I’ve been wearing all day. He lifts me up slightly off the counter and works the dress down my body until it falls to the floor in a puddle of blue silk.
I then reach for his buckle, and he works himself out of his pants. After a moment, all our clothes are nothing more than a pile on the floor. His lips move from mine down my neck until he’s between my breasts. I wrap my arms around him, and he cups one of my breasts while he places his mouth over the other.
He sucks softly and then bites down lightly on my nipple. I yelp, and he snickers against me, now alternating which breast his mouth is on. I pull him closer, adoring the attention he’s giving my body.
I reach my hand between us and palm his hard cock, rubbing the pad of my thumb against the head. There’s a bit of precum collected at the top, and he looks up at me with needy eyes. I don’t know about him, but I really don’t want this to be slow and sensual right now.
“I need you, Nazyr. I need you right now.”
Nazyr rises and collides his lips with mine in record time. He slides a hand behind me and uses his hand to pull me against him. Slightly pulling my legs a bit wider, he plants his cock inside me. I jolt at the sudden intrusion, but not for long. He begins working himself in and out of me slowly until bliss courses through my veins.
My back and head press against the cabinets until Nazyr picks me up and walks me across to the island. He places me down and slowly lowers me down so I’m lying on the marble countertop like I would on our bed. He’s biting his bottom lip as he thrusts in and out of me, flicking my clit in the process.
Little jolts of what feels like electricity course through me at every turn. Nazyr is gifted with knowing what he’s doing. I wouldn’t have it any other way because he knows exactly how to please me. There hasn’t been one time where he’s never taken me to my boiling point.
“Fuck, I love looking at you like this,Med.” I love the nickname he gave me all those weeks ago. It’s always seemed so fitting.
“Same, baby.” I grab onto the hand he’s just placed on my hip as he continues to drill me and give it a squeeze. He links his fingers with my own, and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
Nazyr leans down but not all the way, so I grab onto his neck and pull him down, desperately needing his lips on mine. He’s still playing with my clit, and the harder he thrusts, the sooner I know I’m going to find my release. I want him to find his, too, but the more I pay attention, the more I see he’s holding himself back.
“Come for me, Mona,” Nazyr whispers against my lips. I don’t know what it is about a man telling you he wants you to come, but it drives me right over the edge. Heat floods across my body, and I shut my eyes as the waves begin rolling over me.
I dig my nails into his hand as I come hard. My walls constrict around him, and the more he moves, the more tension there is.
“Fuck, yes, baby girl,” Nazyr groans as he finds his own release. He’s brought over the brink just like I am, and as he finishes, he leans down over me, cock still nestled deep inside.
This is what having sex with your partner should be like—pure fucking bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nazyr
I’ve been working like crazy the last couple of weeks since I’ve been back, and I feel like a complete jackass for it. Sure, Mona seems to be doing well enough by herself, but I’m no fool. She’s stressed since I told her that her uncle had a massive part to play in her disappearance. His betrayal hurt her, and I have seen it every day since I told her.
She tells me she’s fine, but underneath the mask of strength, I know it’s eating her alive inside. After all, this man was like a second father to her after her own father passed away. How could he do something so malicious? How could he live with himself, knowing he put her in harm’s way? These are things I’m thinking about all the time, but I’m really wondering what Mona’s thinking. She hasn’t spoken to me about it too much. I’m also not going to be forcing any sort of answers out of her. Why would I ever do that? Especially if she isn’t ready to speak about it.
