I unwrap the towel slowly, revealing her body inch by inch. Then I lay her back and start kissing my way down. Her neck. Her collarbones. Between her breasts.
"What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly.
"Worshipping you." I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. "Every inch of you."
I work my way lower. Kiss her stomach. The inside of her thighs. Finally, I settle between her legs and lick through her folds.
"Konstantin!" She tries to close her legs but I hold them open.
"Let me taste you. Let me make you come again."
I work her with my tongue, alternating between long licks and focused attention on her clit. She's writhing, her hands fisting in my hair.
"I can't—it's too much—"
"You can. Give me one more."
I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them to hit that perfect spot. My tongue continues its assault on her clit until she's shaking and crying out my name.
When she finally comes down, I kiss my way back up her body and push inside her again.
"I love you," I tell her as I start moving. "I'll never stop loving you."
"I love you too," she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist.
We move together, slow and deep. Not frantic like that first night. This is intimate. Connected. Real.
When we both come, it's together, her eyes locked on mine.
After, we lie tangled together. I can hear voices downstairs—dinner has probably started without us.
"We really need to go," she murmurs.
"Five more minutes."
"Your mother is going to kill us."
"Worth it."
She laughs and kisses my chest. "Yeah. Definitely worth it."
We eventually drag ourselves out of bed and get dressed. When we head downstairs, the entire family is already seated for dinner.
Everyone stares at us.
"Sorry we're late," Jemma says, blushing.
Dimitri smirks. "I'm sure you were very... busy."
My mother beams. "Is fine! Is fine! You are young! You are in love! Come, sit, eat!"
We sit, and under the table, I take Jemma's hand.
She squeezes back.
And for the first time in my life, I feel completely at peace.
I have her.
