“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Take what you want.”
I could tell by his devious tone he had something on his mind. With my knees firmly pressed against his hips, we rockedtogether until the rush of adrenaline shifted to pure white-hot heat.
Another surprise left me awash with excitement as he managed in one swift and easy action to toss me onto my back on the other side of the couch. Now the full weight of his body was on mine.
Gasping, my mind was still spinning from how he managed to perform the act with such grace and mobility. Was there anything the man couldn’t do? “Holy… shit.”
“Mmmm… Did I surprise you?”
“Yes, you did. Wow.”
“Well,” he muttered. “I hope I continue to do so for the rest of our lives.” His references to the future didn’t go unnoticed. I was still lightheaded, half laughing as sheer joy tore through me.
I wrapped my legs around him, holding him in place. If he thought for one moment that I would allow him to have all the control, he was wrong.
He remained on his hands, peering down at me. There was no room for error. We could easily tumble off the couch to the floor with one misstep. And he was certainly a rough and tumble lover. This time, we rocked together. I interlocked my feet, keeping his warm and wonderful body as close to mine as possible.
When he settled onto his forearms, his head lowered and his lips only inches from mine, I knew at that very moment that I’d found my home in him. With him. And with Nina.
Tears sprang to my eyes and I could barely control my emotions. His narrowed, his mouth twisting.
“Don’t say anything. Just kiss me,” I whispered. “Just kiss me.”
And he did. As if he’d never kissed me before. As if there was a rainbow outside our door waiting to christen our love song.
The one ringing loud and clear in my mind and hips.
We moved as if one, taking time and sharing passion in a way we hadn’t done before. Maybe I was a sappy girl after all, but in my heart, I knew there would never be another man who could bring me such powerful rapture.
He wasn’t perfect.
He’d never admit to being anyone’s hero.
But he was perfect for me.
As I fell into another sweet rush of pure ecstasy, I sensed his body stiffening. Only seconds later, he lifted his torso, breaking the kiss so he could look me in the eyes.
“Come for me again, baby. Come on my cock as I fill you with my seed.”
Just as he’d somehow managed to make me do so many times, I obeyed his command.
And I’d never felt so complete or so satisfied.
We both tried to learn how to breathe as we slowly came down from the sweet rapture of release. He appeared so serene, happier than I’d seen him. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him as he slowly collapsed over me.
A slight sound and he tensed immediately, in the blink of an eye sliding his hand to the table. He was reaching for his weapon, which wasn’t there.
The reminder that this wasn’t a fairytale was strengthened by the little voice coming from his daughter’s bedroom.
“Mommy. Daddy. My tummy hurts.”
Stunned, I couldn’t breathe or think at first. He stared down at me, blinking from the realization that he’d reacted not as a father, but as a member of a Bratva.
And that his daughter had just called me Mommy, something he’d never before heard his daughter say.
“Okay, sweetie, Daddy will be right there.”
“I want Mommy.”
