“God,zolotse, never,” he quickly says, cupping my face in a firmer grip, but it’s no less gentle, and the love shining in his blue eyes makes my breath hitch. He smiles when he hears it and brings his lips to mine.
Maybe it’s wrong that I’m so turned on when my husband is still covered in the blood of the man I just watched him kill, but there’s no denying that I am. I needed a devil, a man who would willingly get his hands bloody for me, and I definitely found one, but he’s so much more than that. He may be a devil, but he’smydevil, and he’s capable of as much love as he is violence. I’ll never have the hatred and bloodthirsty rage directed at me, but all that love and desire and raw need are all mine.
I run my hands up his chest and lace them behind his neck, pulling him closer as I open my mouth even more for him, running my tongue along his and wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth, bringing his hand to the back of my head, deepening our kiss as he slides his other hand down my back to cup my ass.
“You need a doctor,” he growls, breaking the kiss and leaving me nearly panting with need.
“I needyou,” I correct.
He groans and run his eyes over the bloody shirt that’s still tied around my arm and the bruises forming on my face. My body aches from what happened earlier, but my need for him to be inside me trumps everything right now.
“Please,” I beg, knowing he’s the only thing that can make me feel better.
“Fuck,” he groans. “A better man would say no,zolotse, but that’s not the man you fell in love with. The man you fell in love with is going to fuck you right here on the counter while your arm bleeds and the man who hurt you grows cold in the rug he’s wrapped up in.”
He sucks my bottom lip in, dragging his teeth along my skin and sending a shiver of pure pleasure down my spine before settling right between my legs. Wrapping an arm around my back, he lifts me up enough to roughly pull my pants off. He makes sure to take my panties too, so when he sets me back down it’s my bare ass hitting the cool counter. He gives my bottom lip one last suck before pulling back to kiss the line of my jaw.
I feel him smile against my skin when I bring my hands down, fumbling with the button on his pants in my eagerness to get him naked. He pulls my shirt off, leaving his tied around my arm, and then unclasps my bra. When I’m naked, he groans and quickly catches one of my hard nipples between his teeth, biting me just hard enough to bring a pleasurable sting before sucking me in. He fills his mouth, gorging on my flesh like a glutton.
Running my fingers through his hair, I arch up to him, giving him more of me, wanting him to take it all. Everything I have is his. Everything I am is his. There’s not a single part of me that doesn’t belong to him. When I can think again, I bring one hand down to wrestle with his zipper, moaning when I finally manage it and can slip in and wrap my hand around his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my tit, the heat of his breath tickling my spit-covered nipple. Fisting my hair, he brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me hard as he takes over and frees his cock from his pants. Gripping my hip, he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter and tilts me so my pussy’s at the right angle.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be,zolotse,” he warns, pressing his thick head against my slit. I can feel the tension radiating through his body as he uses all his strength to keep his body in check.
“Then don’t be,” I tell him, running my tongue up his neck and giving his ear a hard enough bite to make him groan. “Fuck me how you need to, Vasya. I can take it.”
He growls something in Russian, tightens his grip on my hair, and slams into me, pulling a strangled gasp from my throat as my back bows up to him.
“Still think you can take it?”
His voice is strained, his accent thicker than usual, and the sound of it has me running my nails up his chest before digging into his shoulders.
“Da,” I say, pulling another groan from him.
He fucks me hard, giving me exactly what I asked for. Each thrust reminds me that I’m alive and safe and right where I was always meant to be. His arms grip me tighter, holding me still while he pounds into me in a relentless rhythm.
“You are mine,” he growls as I bury my face against his neck, licking and sucking on his skin in a desperate attempt to get him closer to me. Salty sweat fills my mouth, making me hungrier for the taste of him.
“No one else will ever touch you.”
“Yes,” I moan against his skin. “Only you.”
Burying himself fully inside me, he works his hips, hitting me right where I need him to, and when I start to come, I bite his shoulder hard enough to taste blood. He growls in Russian, cupping the back of my head and keeping my mouth firmly pressed to his bite mark as my pussy clenches tightly around him, forcing him to let go with me. Sweat and blood coat my mouth and when he pulls me back by my hair, he doesn’t give the slightest fuck about it. He kisses me hard, swiping his tongue along mine, claiming every damn inch of me while his cock empties into my very willing body. I gladly take everything he’s giving me. I want it all. I want everything from this man.
I’m still drunk on pleasure when he starts to soften the kiss. We both savor the moment, our bodies coming down from the massive high, and when I start to shake, he tightens his arms around me, pressing me harder against him.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “So goddamn much. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him, running a finger along his jawline. “I heard my phone ringing while he was here. I knew you were on your way. That meant everything to me. I knew you’d walk through hell to get to me.”
“I’d do a hell of lot more than that,zolotse. You’re my life now, baby. I would do anything for you.”
“I would do anything for you, too. I may not be as kick-ass about it,” I say with a laugh, “but I’d give it my best shot.”
He laughs and kisses me. “Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me, baby. You would definitely look kick-ass, though.”
Picking me up, he carries me to the shower and turns on the hot water. “Come on. We need to get cleaned up so the doctor can look at you.”
