"Is this what you wanted?" I'm breathing hard, my control slipping. "Is this what you've been missing?"
"Yes." Her head falls back against the wall. "God, yes."
I capture her throat with one hand—not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Claiming.
"You're mine," I say through gritted teeth. "No matter what happens. No matter who you marry. You're mine."
"I'myours." The admission breaks something in both of us. "I've always been yours."
I change the angle, hitting deeper. She cries out. I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the sound before anyone can hear.
We can't be quiet. Can't be careful. This is too raw, too desperate.
My hand slides between us, finding her clit. She's close—I can feel it in the way she's clenching around me, the way her breathing changes.
"Come for me," I order against her lips. "Let me feel it."
"Maksim—" Her body starts to shake.
"Now." I circle her clit with more pressure, driving into her harder. "Give it to me."
She shatters. I feel her orgasm ripple through her entire body, her inner walls clamping down on me so tight I can barely move.
The sight of her coming undone destroys what little control I have left.
I bury myself deep and follow her over the edge, my release hot and violent.
We stay frozen like that, both of us trembling, breathing hard against each other.
Slowly, I lower her legs until her feet touch the floor. But I don't step back. Can't step back. Not yet.
She's looking at me with those eyes that see too much. That see the man I used to be underneath all the rage and pain.
"This changes everything," she whispers.
"It changes nothing." But the words lack conviction.
"You're lying." Her hand comes up to cup my face, thumb tracing the scar through my eyebrow. "We’ll never be finished, Maksim. You are my soul. And I am yours.”
I step back finally, retrieving my shirt from the floor.
"Get dressed. You need to get back to your room before they notice you're gone."
She pulls on her panties and the bra that is far too sexy. "What are we going to do?"
We. Not I.We.
I have some weak protest I should offer up. We can’t do it again. We need to stop.
All bullshit.
Because I will never stop wanting her. She could drive a knife into my heart while fucking me and I would die a happy man. The woman has cast a spell over me. I can’t escape. It’s different than the prison I spent all that time in. There is no way out.
I’m forever bound to her.
And it will kill me.
"Viktor and Roman's people were talking about you asking questions. About 'eliminating the problem' after the wedding."
