“I want at least five children,” I say simply. “A full house. Loud mornings. Chaos. Laughter. All of it.” My voice roughens. “I want to see you pregnant with my child. More than once. One after the other.” I drop kisses over her chest, still not wanting to remove my still weeping cock from her cunt.
She makes a small, startled sound. Half embarrassment, half… longing.
“You can pick any house you want,” I add. “Penthouse. Mansion. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with a yard. Somewhere near the mountains or the ocean. Anywhere. You’ll have your own studio or office or sunroom, whatever you want. Just tell me, and I’ll put the keys in your hand.”
She stares at me like she’s still afraid she’s dreaming.
But I’m not.
My cock slips out of her and I kneel between her legs and look at her shattered pussy. It looks sore and throughly spent. Our combined juices leaking in a rivulet from the very center of her slit.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur as I slide my cum back into her with my index finger. “But you get to decide what that means.”
“But first…” I tilt my head slightly, tone soft but serious, “you need to sleep. Let my cum take. Just for a couple of hours.”
She goes quiet — thinking, measuring, weighing the life she came from against the one lying beneath her fingertips.
“Adrik…” she whispers, her eyes closed and her voice heavy with exhaustion.
I pull her into my arms and
“What is it,kotyonok?” I murmur.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, before finally letting sleep claim her.
Jasmine
The smell wakes me before the light does.
Warmth, butter, something savoury and earthy. My mind takes a full ten seconds to process the fact that though I ache, nothing hurts, nothing is cold, and I’m lying in a bed so soft it feels like it’s made out of a cloud. For a flickering, disorienting moment I forget where I am.
Then memory rushes in all at once.
Adrik. His hands. His mouth. His body over mine, inside me, wrapped around me like he was claiming me and saving me in the same breath.
I blink into the quiet glow of the suite and push myself upright, tugging the sheet across my chest even though there’s no one here to see. My muscles feel loose, heavy, satisfied in a way I’ve never felt before.
And that smell…
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and the floor is warm under my bare feet. Warm. Of course it’s warm. This place probably heats itself just for him.
When I step into the living room, he’s there.
Adrik stands beside the small dining table, sleeves rolled up, tie abandoned somewhere, plating food that looks like it belongs on the cover of one of those high-end magazines I used to flip through in waiting rooms. Omelette, roasted vegetables, freshfruit sliced into perfect little diamonds, and bread so soft I can smell the yeast from across the room.
I stop in the doorway without meaning to.
He’s dressed again in that pale gray suit that makes his eyes brighter. Like winter ice with the sun behind it. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, pushed back in a way that exposes the sharp lines of his face. He looks… rested. Steady. More dangerous than ever.
And God help me, more beautiful too.
He glances over his shoulder the moment he senses me, and everything in him softens at the sight.
“Good morning,kroshka,” he murmurs.
My whole body jolts at the sound of that. My heart does this strange little flip, like it’s trying to climb up toward him.
“It’s lunchtime,” I say, because it’s all I can manage. The clock behind him says 12:04.
