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“That’s it, Baby. Come for me,” he whispered before continuing to lick and suck on my clit.
The final flick of his tongue sent me over the edge and I saw stars as I screamed out, “Yes, oh God, yes!”
Groaning, he licked his lips.
Still speechless from my earth-shattering orgasm, I pulled on his arms to show him that I needed him close. Zane got the message and quickly made his way up my body leaving kisses along the way. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I could taste my orgasm which turned me on even more. My need for him was desperate, I needed him inside me filling me up the way only he could. Tilting my hips against him, I wrapped my legs around his waist letting him know I was ready. He moaned huskily into my mouth as he thrusted into me.
“Yes, Zane. Harder!” I begged.
He immediately complied, and I could feel my body begin to tense. The connection between us was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I didn’t want it to end.
Zane hit his peak at the same time and screamed out, “I love you, Katya,” and then collapsed on top of me. Out of breath, he rolled over bringing me with him to rest on his chest. When his breathing slowed and returned to normal, he wiped the sweat from his brow and kissed my forehead. I was still coming down from my post orgasmic high and wasn’t able to form words yet.
“Sweetheart, that was unbelievable. I hope you like this bed because I plan on making love to you in it over and over again until we wear the mattress out,” he said chuckling. But, I could tell he wasn’t kidding.
Still trying to regain my breath, I kissed his chest and lay there for another minute. When I finally had the strength to speak, I pushed myself onto my elbows so I could look my fiancé in the eyes.
“Darling, I love this bed, and I love you.”
“I love you, too. And I always will.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon making love and talking in ‘our’ bed in ‘our’ house, and I couldn’t help but feel that for the first time in my life, I was finally home.
Epilogue
Zane
TwoMonthsLater
As we waited to board our flight, my mind wandered, and I thought about how we’d ended up here. It was a couple weeks ago, after we’d gotten back from Katya’s latest check-in, and got the good news that the baby was developing perfectly, that she first looked at me and said, “I wish I could talk to my parents.”
The admission took me by surprise, but when I asked her a follow up question, she became sullen and quiet. I decided to let it go, chalking it up to pregnancy hormones, but then a few days later, she expressed something similar while we were lying in bed.
“I know this might sound crazy,” she said, rolling over to face me. “But now that I’m pregnant again, and you and I have created this amazing little family, it’s been making me think about everything I left behind back home.”
“Do you think you might want to make contact with your family again?”
She sighed. “No… well… I don’t know. What do you think? Am I being an idiot for even considering letting them back into my life?”
“I definitely wouldn’t say you’re being an idiot… But I also don’t think I can be the one to tell you what to do. This sounds like something you need to decide for yourself.”
She frowned. “I was afraid you were going to say something like that.”
For the week that followed, she didn’t bring it up at all, but then randomly on a Saturday night, she came into the bedroom and announced that she’d made up her mind. “I know this is all really sudden, but just hear me out…”
“Okay,” I said.
“My parents were horrible people,” she said. “And they mightstillbe horrible people. But they aren’t the only family I have back in Russia. There are other people I left behind who cared about me, who I’ve missed dearly. Luca deserves to know that side of his family, and who knows… maybe my parents have changed.” She came over and sat next to me, took my hand in hers. “I’m not going to hold onto hope, or anything, but I just hate the idea of cutting off everything from my past and just pretending that I don’t miss my homeland.”
“I understand.”
“Does that mean you’ll go to Russia with us?” she asked. “Because I won’t go without you. I wouldn’t feel safe going without you.”
“Of course, I’ll go with you,” I said, squeezing her hand. “I will always be there for you and Luca, no matter what.”
“I’m not going to bring Luca this first time I go back,” she explained. “It’s too risky. I want to go, just with you, and see if I can start rebuilding some of my familial relationships.”
“Whatever you want to do,” I said. “That’s what we’ll do.”
