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He really does want to make it up to me.
That’s the last coherent thought in my head as Ruslan starts to eat me out, his tongue slowly sucking away the tension in my spine and the wariness in my heart.
He’s got his hands on the backs of my thighs as my legs rest on his shoulders. I spend the next five minutes on the very cusp of a drool-worthy orgasm, but every time I’m close, he keeps pulling back, teasing me with the promise of all the pleasure he’s about to unleash on me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m nothing more than a quivering mess of nerve endings. But my sensitivity doesn’t just begin and end with my body. I’m on the verge of tears, too. The last few months come to me in short bursts.
Our first real kiss.
The first time we slept together, hownervousI was. How he stripped away my clothes, then my fears.What a good girl you are. Spread your legs for me. Now—touch yourself.
The night I realized I wasn’t his date, that that privilege belonged to Jessica Allens.
When I woke up in the hospital and he was right there with me. All the unpleasantness that followed…
None of it changed how I felt about him. He was still the man who saved me from being Ben’s puppet and my parent’s stooge. He gave Josh new confidence and fresh hope and showed him how to be something besides just another angry, broken man with no outlet for his pain. He showed the girls what it’s like to have a strong male figure ever-present in their lives. Thanks to him, both Caroline and Reagan will pick men worth their time instead of trying to correct past traumas by pursuing hollow carbon copies of their fucked-up father.
He’s the savior I never dreamed of asking for.
He’s also the cause of so much of the pain and trauma he saved me from.
But how do you separate those things? One flows into the other and then back into itself. He’s not all good and he’s not all evil. He’s something in between. Superhero and flawed human all in one.
And now, he’s mine.
Allmine.
Just like I’ve been his from the start.
His tongue glides over my clit and I gasp, my body twitching with pleasure. “Ruslan…” I moan. “I can’t…ahh…”
He keeps stroking my clit with his tongue until I feel the orgasm finally take over, roaring through me until it shrouds my body in warmth.
“That’s it, my littlekiska.Let go. Just fucking let go.”
I want to.God,I so badly want to. But letting go isn’t that easy for me anymore.Quicksand imitating concrete is still not concrete.
I blink and his face hovers over me, those scorching amber eyes clearer than I’ve ever seen them.
“You’re crying,” he whispers.
I touch my face and discover that he’s right. Tears wet my cheeks and I’m too tired, too spent to wipe them away. So Ruslan kisses them off my face, making me shudder with new desire.
“Why are you crying?” he asks gently when he’s swallowed my tears.
I give him the honest answer. “I don’t know.”
We’re lying in the comfort of my bed, skin to skin, nothing between us. His cock is pressed between my legs, nestled gently against my pussy. He’s hard as rock but his erection isn’t demanding.
“Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to say it out loud.”
I hate that he knows me that well. “H-how can I trust this?” I whisper.
“How can you trustme,you mean?” His finger does slow circles on my naked abdomen. “It won’t happen overnight. It’ll take time.” He keeps kissing my neck. And my ears. And my face. And my breasts. It makes it very hard to pay attention to what he’s saying between the kisses. “It’ll take months of orgasms. Months of romantic dinners and expensive gifts. Months of nights like this, lying here and talking about everything or nothing at all. Maybe it’ll take years of all those things. And I’m okay with that.”
I almost smile. “I don’t need expensive gifts.”
“You’re gonna get them anyway.”
