“I promise, I’ll protect you both. Even if I must tear the world apart.”
I laughed.
“Hopefully, it won’t come to that again.”
“I’ve missed that sound,” he let out, his right hand cupping the side of my face. “The sound of your laughter quiets the noise. Every single time.”
This is home.
*********
“I can walk on my own, Viktor,” I said for the umpteenth time.
We had just had ice cream about an hour after our early dinner. Viktor shot up to his feet immediately after I stood up from the sofa. He had insisted on being my shadow since we left the estate clinic two days earlier.
While I appreciated his doting care, it was quite funny to see the seriousness on his face when he helped me with the tiniest of things.
“I’m just going to bed, I won’t die,” I added.
“I know,” he answered, still bringing his hand around my waist. “One can’t be too careful, though.”
He had been singing the same song every time I told him he was worrying too much.
I took my robe off as we got to the foot of the bed, revealing my black lace bra and panties.
“You’ll get cold in that,” he commented, his eyes not leaving my face.
“I didn’t have sleep in mind,” I expressed, smiling as I brought his hands to my naked waist.
“Emilia,” he called, his voice thick. “You should recover first.”
“I’m totally fine. The doctor confirmed it this morning,” I pointed out, my hands slipping beneath his T-shirt and roaming his chest. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, lifting me.
He laid me on my side as he took his clothes off, and I slid my underwear off.
Then he was spooning me from behind, his hands sliding up the back of my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He parted my legs from behind and rubbed my core with the head of his hard dick.
“Feel me?” he rasped into my ear. “That’s how much I want you. Every damn time.”
My whole body tingled with the feel of his dick sliding over my clit, desperation and hunger clawing at me.
“Please,” I pleaded as his hand snaked beneath me and pulled my upper back into his chest, his fingers playing with my taut nipple.
“I want nothing more,” he muttered as he slid into me.
He started moving slowly, our bodies becoming one in the rawest of ways. He held my breasts as he kissed me like his life depended on it.
He didn’t stop moving as he released into me, and I came with a loud cry. He didn’t stop when my first climax shatteredinto a second, and I struggled to keep my legs apart. He didn’t stop until we came together again, our limp bodies intertwined.
In the moments of sated silence that followed, I saw how far I was from that woman who hated the husband she was forced to marry. I was no longer Emilia, the collateral. I was Emilia, the wife and mother-to-be.
“I love you, Viktor Lobanov,” I confessed.
“Forever, Emilia,” he replied. “You are my forever.”
