I kiss the tip of her nose, and a soft smile paints her face, sending an arrow straight through my chest, planting her flag of ownership.
The connection sizzles between us, binding our souls irrevocably.
I gather her in my arms and bring her to the shower. Every time I carry her, realization crashes down on me, making me forget everything else. This is what I am supposed to do—love, protect, cherish her.
She palms the wall as I get on my knees and pepper her ass with kisses. The need to touch her and map every curve of her drives me. My hands move from her calves to her thighs and waist, repeating the cycle until I could recreate her shape from sensory memory.
Wrapping my mouth around the round handle, I drag the plug out. She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyeing me enthralled and exhaling a half whimper, half hiss.
The moment the toy is out, she breathes out while I watch her asshole pucker back together.
I brush my knuckles along her side, praising her for being such a good girl for me. She deserves a reward, so I eat her out, bringing her to a second orgasm. I could feast on her pussy all day long, needing no other sustenance.
Standing up, I wash her, and she giggles. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Is that so?” I ask while pushing my hard cock inside of her. It’s permanently hard in her presence, making me wonder if I will ever be able to function normally again.
“I can’t get enough of you. What have you done to me?” I groan.
It’s a rhetorical question, but she stares back at me, arching a brow. “It wasn’t me that deprived us of what we were meant to be.”
“It feels like I can’t breathe without you. The more I have you, the more I crave you. This want and need override my rationality. I can’t think straight.”
“Then don’t. Just feel and take me. Whenever you want and however you want.”
This woman knows exactly who she is dealing with and instead of putting a stop to this madness, she douses it with intensity by giving me full rein.
But all she does is bind me to her. For good. Forever. I’ve never been freer.
A groan resounds in my throat. “Then take me. Take my seed, take my body, take my damn soul.”
Take my life for all I care, but let me have you.I don’t have to say the last part out loud. She understands what I mean, and her next words just confirm it.
“I’m sorry…so sorry,” she whispers, sounding broken.
“Don’t be. Not for this. Not for anything.”
Whatever has been going on between us has been unstoppable. We have been inevitable. I can’t regret fate. I wentthrough torment every time I saw her, but not seeing her would have been worse. Not having her in my life would make mine meaningless. I would drift through life with no purpose. No drive. She’s the center of my life, and I can’t help but go home—to her.
My destiny was not to become the Pakhan. I did that to keep her safe.
My destiny has always been to love Dahlia. And loving her I will do. Till whatever end.
I will disappoint my brother once again because I can’t keep my word. If it comes between him and Dahlia, I will choose my woman, even if it means that our brotherhood will disintegrate before my eyes. Treason equals death. If it means war, I am ready to lose everything. But not her. And that means I must win, regardless.
“You seem deep in thought there,” she says as she wraps the towel around her head.
“I can’t think of anything other than you.”
Her giggles are the beat of my heart.
19
DAHLIA
The moment he brought me home, my heart cracked open, stretching with an unbearable need for him. I miss him already, and it’s been only seconds.
Staring at his car disappearing down the driveway, I sigh a long breath, ringing with acute longing.
