He continues sucking and licking, his mouth and tongue driving me wild, making me arch and tremble under him. Then he kisses down my body, each movement making my breath hitch. My legs part instinctively, and he holds them apart, pinning me with the strength in his hands, his mouth finding my heat and delving in between them. The sensation is electric, consuming me entirely, like fire lapping at every nerve ending.
I can’t stop gasping, can’t stop pressing into him, can’t stop letting him take me apart and put me back together with each deliberate motion. It’s dark, it’s urgent, and it’s ours—messy, raw, and beautiful in its intensity.
Just as the pleasure is about to overwhelm me, he pulls away, leaving me gasping and trembling. My pulse races, every nerve screaming for him. Slowly, deliberately, he slides down his pants, revealing himself to me. My breath catches at the sight, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
He positions himself, and then he enters me, slowly, tenderly, every movement measured yet intimate. I arch into him, my body pressing against his, every inch of contact electric. It’s not rushed—it’s deliberate, a slow claiming, a careful devotion that makes me feel safe even in the heat of desire.
We both release together, the world narrowing to the heat, the trembling, the shuddering of our bodies pressed against each other. I cry out, and he groans deep and low, his hands gripping me as if letting go would mean losing me.
We collapse over each other, breathless, hearts racing, skin slick and flushed. My cheek rests against his chest, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart, grounding me even as my body buzzes from the intensity of us.
Lev just holds me, his breath steady, his fingers drawing idle paths along my lips, then my cheek, then through my hair. It’s a kind of touch I don’t know what to do with—gentle, searching, almost reverent.
I don’t ask why. Maybe because I don’t want to ruin it.
We lie like that for what feels like forever, suspended in something fragile and fleeting. The room hums with our shared exhaustion, the kind that comes from both fighting and wanting the same thing too long.
His hand settles on my waist. Mine finds his without meaning to.
And just like that—in the softest, most dangerous way—we both surrender to sleep.
Chapter 14 – Lev
I wake before dawn, the room still gray with half-light.
Sasha’s asleep beside me, tangled in the sheets, one arm thrown across her stomach, hair a wild blonde mess against the pillow. Her lips are parted slightly, breath slow and even, lashes trembling like she’s still caught in a dream.
For a dangerous moment, I don’t want to move.
The night before keeps replaying in my head—not the sex, not the sound of her voice breaking against mine, but the way she looked at me afterward. The silence between us wasn’t regret. It wasn’t hate. It was something worse—something that felt a lot like surrender.
And that should’ve been enough to satisfy me.
But it’s not.
Something shifts in my chest—a tightness I don’t want to name. It feels like I’ve been caught in my own trap, one I set long ago and forgot to escape from.
I shake the thought off, hard.
This isn’t love. This isn’t anything close. She’s mine—that’s all that matters. The world outside this bed, this house, this moment—it can burn, and I wouldn’t care.
Still, I keep watching her.
Just watching.
Her fingers twitch in her sleep, reaching for the space between us, and my body betrays me by wanting to close the gap.
I contemplate leaving. I should.
The clock on the nightstand says it’s barely five, and I’ve got a meeting in one hour, but I can’t bring myself to move.
If I walk out now, it’ll feel too much like New York—like that morning I pushed her away, leaving her with nothing buta broken look in her eyes. I don’t want her to think this is that again.
So, I stay.
Her body is warm beside mine, soft where I’m all edges. The rise and fall of her breathing slows the chaos in my head until everything feels painfully quiet.
The moment her eyes flutter open, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead, whispering against her skin, “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”
