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“Loss is a part of life,” he says, his gaze locked on mine, intensity burning within. “But it makes us appreciate the people we still have.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, my heart swelling with gratitude for the makeshift family that has formed around me. The soft glow of the chandelier above bathes us in warm light, reflecting off the crystal stemware and fine china scattered across the table. “I guess I’m luckier than I realize sometimes. I have a great team. I mean, they’re a band of misfits…but we fit together.”
He nods as he smiles at me. “Yes. They have loyalty. Honor. Your father taught you well.” Admiration is still clear on his face as I lift my eyes to look at him. “I’m sure he would be proud to see you now.” A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and I can’t help but match it with one of my own.
“Thank you.” My voice is barely a whisper, yet it feels like the most heartfelt declaration I’ve ever made.
The tension between us shifts, becoming something deeper, more profound. It’s like standing on the edge of a precipice, knowing a single step could change everything.
“Zayka,” His hand moves from mine to my cheek, cupping it gently, and I lean into his touch. The warmth of his palm sends shivers down my spine, awakening a warm desire I’ve never allowed myself to explore.
“Anton,” I breathe, my eyes drifting closed as his thumb traces the curve of my jaw. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in this moment, suspended in the stillness of time. Our breaths mingle, the air between us charged with anticipation.
“You’re strong. You fight for those you care about. These are rare qualities,” he murmurs, his words weaving a spell that ensnares my heart completely. I open my eyes to meet his gaze once more. In that instant, I realize just how much I want – need – to explore this connection between us, whatever it may bring.
“So…” my throat works, “what now?” I ask. I don’t know what I’m expecting to hear from him. Part of me wants to grab him by the front of his shirt and say,“I’m having your baby! Let’s be together!”But this is not a man you approach like that. Who knows how he’d react? Recoil? Maybe lash out? I’m afraid to find out. So instead, I whisper, “What do we do now?”
“Whatever comes next,” he whispers back, echoing my earlier toast from dinner. The phrase lingers in the air, a promise of unspoken possibilities.
“Whatever comes next,” I repeat. He smiles as our eyes lock, and then he leans forward and brushes his lips over mine. It’s a kiss so gentle yet so powerful it takes my breath from me. The softness of his touch only serves to heighten the passion that’s been simmering beneath the surface, as if it’s a latent fire just waiting to be stoked. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my fingertips.
“Anton,” I whisper against his lips, an unspoken plea for more. He seems to understand because his arms encircle my waist, pulling me closer. Our kisses deepen, fueled by the intensity that has been building between us during this mad, impossible night.
The sound of our breaths and the gentle rustle of fabric are the only noises I’m aware of in the dimly lit dining room. It feels as though we’re existing in our own world, separate from everything else. A world where danger and darkness are held at bay, if only for a moment.
Then the kiss finally breaks, and I know exactly what comes next…and God, I want it more than anything. As Anton lifts me up with ease, I wrap my legs around his waist, marveling at the strength that belies his tender touch. His protectiveness is both comforting and exhilarating, an unspoken sign of the bond we forged tonight in the face of death.
As if I weigh nothing, he carries me through the halls that are empty now. Everyone has probably sunken into that deep dreamless sleep that comes after you’ve confronted demons and drained all the adrenaline from your system. The sanctity of his bedroom envelops us like a cocoon, a safe haven amid the chaos that we just lived through.
As he lays me down on the bed, I can’t help but feel a sense of awe at what’s happening between us – the gentleness in his eyes, the tender caress of his fingers on my skin. It’s like I’m seeing a different side of Anton Ulianov. And it’s nothing like the hardened Bratva assassin I saw when we first met.
“Zayka,” he murmurs as he runs a hot gaze from my face down my body and then back again.
“I want you,” I whisper back. He smiles back at me, eyes holding mine as he unbuttons my shirt. He takes his time, savoring every moment. When my shirt falls open, he cups my breasts through the lace of my bra. My breath hitches.
“You are beautiful.” He doesn’t look up – I can practically feel his eyes moving over me. His hands explore my body with a reverence that sends sparks of pleasure through me with each touch. He slips his hands beneath the waistband of my pants and tugs them down over my hips and then down my legs. I kick my sneakers off awkwardly so he can pull the fabric over my feet, and then he’s kneeling between my thighs.
“Scarlett,” Anton whispers my name like a prayer as he lowers his face to the vee of my thighs and inhales deeply. “You are like a drug.”
I lick my lips, feeling my core clench as his mouth moves over the fabric of my panties. I’m sure they are already soaked, but it doesn’t matter. His breath is hot on my pussy, and I clench my fingers into the bedclothes.
“Oh, God,” I groan. Anton’s tongue darts out, teasing my clit through the fabric. I can feel it swelling, aching for more. He licks and nips at me through the thin satin, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes… Like that,” I choke out, my fingers tangling into his hair, tugging him closer. He responds by pushing the fabric aside and lavishing me with a hot, wet kiss. His tongue moves in slow, gentle circles around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body with each pass. I can feel myself winding as tightly as a spring, and it feels out of this world.
“Oh…fuck…Anton!” I moan his name as his mouth becomes more insistent, his tongue exploring new depths as he sucks on my sensitive flesh. His tongue keeps swirling over my clit, teasing and caressing. I’m panting now, the pleasure building up inside me until my whole body is shaking with anticipation. He moves his mouth down to my entrance and slips his tongue inside me, exploring every inch of me. His fingers curl around my hips as he thrusts his tongue deeper and deeper into me.
“Oh, God…that’s so damn good!” I moan out loud, arching my back off the bed in response to the sensations flooding through my body. Before long I’m trembling beneath him, my orgasm taking over my senses like a hot avalanche of pleasure.
He licks up every last drop, then moves up the bed so that he’s hovering over me. His lips linger on mine before trailing gentle kisses along the length of my neck and along my collarbone before finally settling on my breasts.
The sensation is almost too much for me to bear, pleasure and need swirling together like a raging storm inside me.
My own hands explore his body in equal measure, taking in each contour and savoring the feel of him against me. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, hands shaking so much that eventually he gently draws them away.
“Slowly,lyubimaya,” he exhales, his eyes on mine as he undresses before me. I reach out to him, desperate for the feeling of his skin against mine. I watch him hungrily as he slowly strips down until every beautiful inch of his body gleams in the low light of the room.
“Dear lord…just look at you,” I sigh.
