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I kiss straight down the middle, across incredibly smooth, soft skin, until my lips touch her trimmed hair. Eden’s hipbone is neither too prominent nor too subtle, and I spend a few moments tickling it with my tongue before continuing down to her thigh.
She moans and squirms in frustration as I ignore her pussy and kiss her knees. I move inside her delicious thighs, smelling her scent and seeing her excitement. I kiss slowly up her inner thigh, and she responds by opening her legs wider as I approach.
Eden’s drenched lips are swollen, and I kiss them as passionately as I kiss her mouth. Her breathing deepens as her anticipation grows; she wiggles her hips, hinting that she’s ready. But after being as deliberate as I’ve been, I’m not going to rush things now. Her hands move from her sides and pull at my hair. She lets go with a gasp when I flick her clit with my tongue.
Slowly, I circle my tongue, tasting her until she’s begging for me. Eden moans with a mix of passion and frustration, threatening to explode if I don’t put it in her right now.
My erection is almost painfully hard. My baser instincts are screaming to yank her legs wide open and push in so deeply that I never want to part, but I know this will be special for both of us. I want to make love to her as if it’s the last time and I am never coming back.
I massage her inner thighs with my hands, gradually moving them closer. Eden gasps, so close, yet not there, desperate for what she urgently wants and needs. But first I hold her lips apart and plunge my tongue as far as I can into her sweet depths. Eden cries out as she comes.
“Oh, Nikolai!” she screams.
I hold her thrashing hips down as I suck hard on her clit, not letting up until she collapses. I’ve never seen a woman make love like Eden, and it’s a glorious feeling knowing that I’ve done this to her, but now I’m going to take her the way I want.
I grip my cock and press against her. Her wetness allows me instantly in, but her hands grip my hips. I’m moving too fast and I need her hotter. We kiss deeply as I grind against her, moving slowly until she relaxes and lets go.
As our lips meet, a fierce determination rises in me—a promise that I will do whatever it takes to protect Eden and our unborn child.
We make love beneath the canopy of leaves and vines, with the sweet scent of grapes and soil all around us. And in the aftermath, we lie entwined in each other’s arms—languid and spent as the sun casts dappled shadows over our bodies.
I pull her closer, feeling the warmth of her body, and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her fingers trace delicate patterns on my chest, and I can see the weight of our situation reflected in her eyes.
“You understand what will happen next?” I ask gently.
“When I was resting you talked to them about killing him.”
She knows me too well. “I won’t risk you again.”
“I understand.” She sits up and wipes a tear away from her eye.
I reach for her and pull her against me, cradling her against my chest. She has to know she means everything to me. “Eden, make your other family understand that Zakhar is my business.”
“Our business,” she whispers.
“Yes, our business.”
“Makemea promise, Nikolai.”
“Anything,dorogaya.”
“Give me one more chance to convince him to walk away.”
I relax my hold on Eden so I can look her in the eyes. “And if he doesn’t?”
Her gaze is hard, a touch determined. “Then make it quick, so he doesn’t suffer.”
I pull her back into my arms, nodding. “I promise.”
11
EDEN
In the morning,I almost regret leaving Sorokin’s estate as the vehicles line up and pull away from the gatehouse. Reality was paused while we were there, and all I had to think about was being in love with Nikolai.
The drive back starts out peacefully until Nikolai receives an urgent call. A string of curses flies out of his mouth—a volatile mix of English and Russian. And slowly, I comprehend what has happened. A shipment was set on fire in Port Newark, and people died as the fire quickly spread through the ship. The Lanzzare have already stated they had nothing to do with it. The Starukhin believe them, which leaves only one person to blame.
And though I’m not the guilty party, I feel the shame. How can my father do this? Has he gone insane? Did he go mad when I disappeared, or has he always been this way? As I think back to my childhood, were there clues I missed that would’ve warned me, and I just didn’t realize it at the time?
