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I giggle, my stoic front melting away. “But we have each other now, and I pray we never part. We can be a real family, Mikhail. If you still want that…”
“More than anything,” he vows, his smile returning. “The past is done. What matters is our future, together.”
I let out a shaky laugh, allowing myself to hope. Perhaps we can weather any storm, so long as we face it hand in hand.
Mikhail cups my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine intently. “I meant what I said, Caterina. You and Emiliana are my future now. I will do whatever it takes to keep you both safe and happy.”
My heart swells at his words. “You have no idea how long I’ve prayed to hear you say that.”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long,” he says ruefully.
Mikhail draws me close, one hand tangling in my hair while the other presses against the small of my back. “I swear to you, I will be the father our daughter deserves. No more running or hiding. Our life together starts today.”
Overcome with emotion, I cling to him tightly. After so many years of secrecy and fear, of raising Emiliana alone, we are finally a family. Mikhail’s strength and protection envelop me like a shield, allowing me to relax into his embrace.
Whatever troubles await us, we will face them together. And that is all I need to feel hope again.
Chapter 25 - Mikhail
“I love you,” Caterina whispers.
“I love you too.” I inch closer.
“I love you more.”
Caterina’s lips melt into mine as I plunge my hands into her soft curls, pulling her closer. Our kiss is hungry and deep, fueled by years of longing and desire and the open realization that we share a child.
When we finally break apart, panting, I ask, “Do you need a shower,krasavitsa?”
My beauty’s green eyes darken. “Yes.”
I grin, grasping her hand and leading her into the bathroom. We stumble under the spray fully clothed, her dress clinging to her lithe body. I peel the soaked fabric from her skin inch by inch. My fingertips glide over her soft skin, and I marvel at the beauty of her body. I trace every curve and contour—her collarbone, the slope of her hip, the dip of her waist.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” I murmur, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples pebble under my palms and she shivers, eyes fluttering shut.
I trail one hand down her flat stomach, lower still, until I find the heat between her thighs. She gasps as I stroke her, arousal pooling in her gaze.
“Mikhail…” My name on her lips is a plea, an invitation. One I have no intention of refusing.
I crush my mouth to hers again, filling her with my fingers even as I plunder her mouth with my tongue. Her hands fist in my shirt, nails biting into my skin.
She steps back and her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons my shirt, pushing the fabric from my shoulders. I shrug out of it before claiming her mouth in another searing kiss, walking her backward until she’s pressed against the shower wall.
My hand slips between her thighs as my tongue plunges into her mouth, fingers gliding through her slick folds. She moans, hips bucking against my hand, and I swallow the sound.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips along her jaw to her ear, nipping at the delicate lobe. “You’re so wet for me already, Bunny. Did you miss me that much?”
She whimpers in response as I shift the finger inside her, curling it in a way that makes her cry out. Her nails dig into my shoulders and I hiss against her skin, the sting heightening my own arousal.
I set a punishing rhythm with my hand, watching in fascination as her breasts bounce with each thrust. She’s close already, I can feel it in the way her cunt clenches around my finger, in the pitch of her moans that echo through the shower.
I inch lower and insert another finger inside her, stuffing her for pleasure. “Oh, Mikhail,” she moans, running her fingers through my hair, clenching it in her fists. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I drop to my knees and lash at her clit with my tongue, curling my fingers to stroke that sensitive spot inside her.
She stifles a moan behind her lips as her body quakes with pleasure. Her breathing heavy and erratic, she cries out in passionate bliss as her inner walls clench and tremble around my fingers. She comes with a muffled cry. It starts off with a low moan before gradually rising in pitch and volume, her bodyshaking against mine in ecstasy. I reluctantly withdraw from her, raising my hand to my lips to taste her essence.
Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing, and I grin. “You taste even sweeter than I remember too,krasavitsa.”
Before she can respond I’ve spun her around, bracing her hands against the shower wall. I enter her pussy in one swift thrust, swallowing her startled moan with another searing kiss.
