“You’re so beautiful,” he says before he switches to Russian, whispering, “Ty vso: moya zhizn’, moy smysl, moya tsel’.”
You’re everything—my life, my meaning, my purpose.
I am too far gone in pleasure to ask him to confess his feelings for me. As he makes love to me, I feel so much, am so full—physically and emotionally that tears gather in my eyes.
He kisses them gently away. “Ty—luchsheye dlya moyego serdtsa, devochka. Krov’ v moikh zhilakh, moya zhizn’. Moyovso,” he continues in Russian, the deep, husky voice even more alluring in his native tongue.
You’re the beat of my heart, baby girl. The blood in my veins. My life. My everything.
His declaration plays on repeat, echoing in my chest. My heart spills through the four chambers, overflowing with a love so deep it floods my soul.
I thought I was already his, but this feels like so much more. How will I let him go? All I wish for is his love. How will it be physically possible to stay away from him?
“All mine. Just fucking mine,” he groans low, burying himself so deep inside of me, he rearranges my insides to fit him.
I palm his chest, feeling his heart beating an unruly rhythm, just like mine.
“Yours. Have never belonged and never will belong to anyone other than you.” I kiss him, pouring everything into the kiss as if wanting to gift him my very soul.
It’s too much—the emotional connection, the physical joining. I let go, trusting he will be there to catch me.
I come with his name on my lips, and he drinks my sounds of pleasure greedily.
Spent, I fall back and watch him take the pleasure he needs from my body, his rhythm changing to frantic. Fucking me in short rapid thrusts, he reaches so deep inside of me, I think he’s stuck in there.
But damn, when he comes, it’s the most magnificent sight I have ever witnessed. His impressive torso constricts, and he throws his head back. A sound of half groan, half growl rumbles in his chest as he fills me up.
It feels like, under the moonlight, we sealed our fate—becoming one.
“Fuck, that was…” He’s at a loss for words for the first time, which makes me giddy.
Pulling gently out of me, I hiss, my legs trembling. But I love my body’s state in the aftermath. It means I could not have dreamed it.
My pussy pulses, pushing out our mixed release.
He stares entranced. “Look at this beautiful, pink and swollen pussy.”
He gathers the cum and pushes it back inside while I still feel him inside of me. I don’t think I can move.
Falling next to me, he wraps his warm, muscular body around me—my personal furnace and steely cocoon. I am safe. I am protected. Nothing bad could touch me.
My lids grow heavy, but he softly taps my nose. “Let’s get my girl to bed.”
I groan low in my throat, and he cuddles me some more before he dresses me. And he wonders how I ended up being spoiled? It’s because of him. The grump loves to take care of me.
Then he gathers me in his arms, places me in the passenger seat, and fastens my seatbelt.
“Can I drive?” I grin.
He casts a pointed look. “No.”
I lift my palms up to my chest, arching a brow. “Like now or never? You’re sending mixed signals with your noes.”
He shakes his head at me, chuckling under his breath. Well, he didn’t confirm or deny.
I flip my hair back, grinning at him. “I always get what I want.”
“Don’t I know it.”
