She collapses carefully onto my chest, both of us breathing hard, sweat-slicked and satisfied.
I wrap my arms around her, one hand stroking her hair, the other spread across her lower back.
"You okay?" I ask quietly.
"More than okay." Her voice is muffled against my chest.
We lie there in silence, her body soft and pliant against mine. My wounds ache, but I don't care. Every twinge of pain is worth it to feel her like this.
She's mine now. Completely. All that's left is making it official.
Lily
I’m lying on Zakhar's chest, my body still humming from the aftershocks of the orgasm, my heart pounding like I've just run a marathon. His arms are around me, one hand lazily stroking my hair, the other splayed possessively across my lower back. The warmth of him seeps into my skin, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I don't feel that constant weight pressing down on me.
No spreadsheets, no empty bakery and endless worry. Just this. Us. Tangled together in my bed, sweat cooling on our bodies.
But reality creeps in, as it always does. I shift slightly, preparing to slide off him, my thighs still trembling from the effort of riding him. I need to clean up, maybe get a glass of water, or just... process. This was intense, overwhelming, and now that the haze of lust is fading, a tiny voice in my head whispers that I should put some distance between us before I lose myself completely.
"Where do you think you're going?" Zakhar's voice rumbles beneath me, low and gravelly, his grip tightening just enough to hold me in place.
I blink, lifting my head to look at him. His grey eyes are dark, hooded, but there's a spark of amusement there, mixed withsomething hungrier. "We... we just had sex," I say, confused, my voice still breathy and unsteady. "I thought—"
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. "That was just the warm-up, Lily." His hand slides up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me down for a quick, possessive kiss. "I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."
Before I can protest, or even process his words, he moves with surprising speed for a man who's still healing. His arms band around me, and in one fluid motion, he flips us over. I gasp as my back hits the mattress, the sheets cool against my heated skin.
He's careful, I notice, favoring his good side, not putting too much weight on the bandaged areas, but there's no hesitation in the way he positions himself between my legs. His broad shoulders nudge my thighs apart, and suddenly, he's there, hovering over me, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
"Zakhar, what are you—" My words cut off in a choked gasp as his mouth descends on me without warning.
His tongue licks a slow, deliberate path along my slit, tasting where we were joined just moments ago, where his release mixes with mine. It's filthy, intimate, and I've never... no one's ever...
No one's ever done this to me before.
The thought flashes through my mind like a lightning bolt, raw and vulnerable. Past boyfriends were quick, selfish, in-and-out affairs that left me feeling more empty than satisfied.
They never took the time, never cared enough to explore me like this. But Zakhar... he's devouring me like I'm the most exquisite thing he's ever tasted, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me wide open as I instinctively try to close them from the overwhelming sensation.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmurs against my skin, his voice muffled but full of reverence. He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his eyes locking onto mine, intense and unyielding. "Spread out for me, trembling. Look at you, Lily. So perfect. Every inch of you is mine to worship."
Heat floods my face, but it's nothing compared to the fire building between my legs as he dives back in. His tongue circles my clit, teasing at first, then flattening against it with firm pressure that makes my hips buck off the bed.
"Zakhar!" I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets, then reaching for his hair, unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him away because it's too much, too intense.
He growls in approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. "That's it, scream for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel." One hand slides up my body, cupping my breast, thumb rolling over my nipple as his mouth works me relentlessly. He sucks my clit between his lips, gentle at first, then harder, flicking his tongue in rapid strokes that have my legs shaking uncontrollably either side of his shoulders.
He hooks his hands beneath my knees and lifts, encouraging my legs into a quivering “V”.
My muscles tense and release in spasms I can't control. It's like my body's no longer mine, it's his, responding to every lick, every suck, every breath he exhales against my sensitive flesh.
"You taste so sweet," he praises, his words hot and wet against me. "Like honey and sin. I could do this all night, Lily. Make you come until you forget everything. You're so delicious, so responsive. God, you're beautiful when you lose control."
Then his mouth is back on me, his hands pressing against the back of my thighs, opening my center to him even further as his tongue sweeps into my entrance.
I arch my back, a reckless scream tearing from my throat as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. It's not like the orgasm from before, this one feels deeper, more primal, coiling tight in my core and radiating outward until my toes curl and my fingers dig into his scalp.
"I can't—oh God, Zakhar, please!" My voice breaks, high and desperate, echoing off the walls of my tiny bedroom. I don't care if the neighbors hear; I don't care about anything but the way his tongue is pushing me over the edge.
