This wasn’t just sex; our bodies learned anew what it meant to belong to each other, and even though nothing was resolved between us, I could never say no to him.
The pressure built inside me as I rose higher and higher with each thrust, and then my cry of pleasure echoed through the house. My unused muscles clamped around him as my orgasm shook through my body, and after one last thrust, he came as well, roaring loudly.
Our bodies were slick with perspiration, but I held on to him as our ragged breaths mixed.
Then something else dawned on me. As great as the experience was, something felt different about this.
He wore a condom. We only used one during our first month together; after that, there was no need. We were fully committed and clean. Why would he use a condom now? I never let another man touch me, and he wouldn’t do that to me either.
“Radmir,” I whispered, longing for answers to my questions.
He didn't reply, merely stepped out of his pants, and on bare feet, padded through my room straight to the bathroom, still holding me. He entered the shower stall, his eyes examining the room as if searching for something. When the water heated and steam started to appear, he stepped inside, placing me on my feet.
“Radmir.”
He ignored me again, taking my pink loofah and soaping it with shower gel before methodically running it over my skin. He rubbed from my shoulders to my back to my knees, and then he spun me around, gently running it over my still-sensitive breasts, my stomach, and finally my pussy.
“Vivian,” he whispered, and a single tear slid down the bridge of my nose, mixing with the water splashing on us. His voice reminded me of my old Radmir, the one who taught me how to love.
Maneuvering me so my back was pressed against the cold tile, he dropped to his knees, hiked one of my legs over his shoulder, and exposed my bare, heated flesh. Rubbing his beard over the inside of my thigh, he nipped it and then slowly, agonizingly, licked from bottom to top and then from top to bottom. He repeated the action several times, driving me crazy, and then finally his tongue entered my opening, probing deep while he groaned like a starved man.
A moan escaped me from the velvet touch of his tongue on my sensitive skin, his beard intensifying the feeling. Before, he was always clean-shaven, so the sensations were unfamiliar to me. Closing my eyes, I tugged his hair as he feasted on me, sending fire through my blood and igniting raging desire inside me. The erotic noises coming from him as he tasted me turned me on even more, the way he was going down on me was as if he tried to imprint himself permanently there so no one would ever compare. He kissed, licked, stabbed, bit.
Then suddenly, his mouth was gone, and I whimpered in distress. My body was aroused beyond belief but lacked satisfaction until he pressed the tip of his tongue on my clit while two fingers pushed inside to find that perfect spot. Then everything turned to bliss.
I tried to hold on longer, yanking on his hair, but he wouldn't stop. Heat flashed through me as another orgasm rocked me. I pushed my core more firmly against his mouth, but he just dug his fingers into my ass harder until the last aftershocks shook me.
By the time I was coherent enough to understand what was going on, the haze of bliss, desire, and pleasure lifted. He turned off the water, wrapped a towel around me, and threw me on the bed, still slightly wet. The bed dipped under his knee, and then he slid my knees wide and took his place between them. Without warning, he entered me with one smooth thrust. Because I was still so sensitive from earlier, I almost came right there. I could feel his heated flesh inside me, the desperation with which he wanted me, so I wrapped my legs tighter around him. Digging my heels into his ass, my toes curled as he hammered inside me, wilder than before.
The slap of flesh against flesh, ragged breaths, tight muscles, overpowering desire—a desire only we shared, because nothing else compared to it in this world.
It was too much, too soon, and after such a long time. Oh God, I was coming again, my back arching as he sucked on my neck. Then he found his release a few minutes later.
He sagged into me, and although it was hard to breathe, I enjoyed his weight on me. It proved I wasn’t dreaming and this was real.
Magical lovemaking with him.
The only difference from the past was he said almost nothing. Before I could dwell on it much though, he rolled over on his back and brought me onto his chest, and then exhaustion claimed me.
With the steady beating of his heart under my ear, I was lulled to sleep.
My man came back to me.
Radmir
The minute Vivian fell asleep, I detached myself from her as gently as possible so my leaving wouldn't wake her. I stood, gathering my clothes in the process. While dressing, my eyes stayed focused on the beautiful woman splayed on the bed, her chest rising and failing peacefully in sleep. Her rich locks covered her breasts, but her long legs were visible under the sheet. Several hickeys marked her swan-like neck, my marks of ownership on her porcelain skin for everyone to see. Although I never planned for that to happen, because she no longer belonged to me, my body remembered. My cock hardened at the image, but I ignored it, zipping my pants quickly.
No one brought me greater pleasure than she, and this possessive beast in me longed to whisk her away and lock her up in Russia, so we wouldn't be separated ever again. I’d torture her for days for giving up on me, for breaking her promise of eternal love, but then we would be together, and all this could be put behind us.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I moved a strand of her hair, and she followed my hand, enjoying the caress on her cheek even though asleep. For the first time since Dominic announced to me she was behind my imprisonment, I contemplated something I thought was impossible in our situation.
Forgiveness.
Building a life with her after everything, forgetting about all the bad shit that had happened to us.
Just imagining it in my head untied the hard knot in my heart, and I was about to place a kiss on her lips, when a framed photo on her nightstand caught my attention.
Vivian was standing outside in a park, wearing jeans and a light shirt while smiling brightly at the camera. She held a newborn baby in a blue blanket, hugging him tightly to her chest. Looking down, I noticed a small handwritten caption.
