“It’s fine, Alexei.”
“No, it’s not.” One big hand pulled on my knee, lifting my leg over his hip so he could drop his hips into me and grind. Need blossomed in me just like I knew it would.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Alexei’s lips moved against my throat.
I opened my mouth to tell him he couldn’t. But instead of words, a moan left my lips. It was almost unfair how good he was with his mouth. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he was kissing his way down my throat like he was.
“I won’t let you down again, Amy.” His sinfully good mouth dropped lower, peppering kisses over my breasts, which were covered by a thin nightdress, and dropping even lower. He slithered to the end of the bed, pushing the thin white material up over my stomach to bare my naked stomach to him. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my pussy towards his lips.
His eyes clashed with mine. “I swear I won’t let you down again.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he was licking me. His tongue was firm as he parted me and delved inside. My back arched off the bed, and my hand fisted the covers and twisted.
One lick was all it took for me to completely forget everything he had done and said. Alexei’s tongue swirled around my swollen clit, and his fingers parted and slipped inside, thrusting and curling in time with his tongue until I didn’t know which way was up, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing but him and what he made me feel.
Maybe I had been overreacting and letting the jealousy take over. After all, Violet was his past. Alexi was right here in bed with me and making love to me with his tongue. Surely, he wouldn’t be doing that if he didn’t want to be with me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” One last swirl of his tongue around my sensitive nib and he was crawling over me. Pushing my night clothes up to free my breasts, he fell on top of me.
The first thrust into my body made me cling to him. It was sosmooth, so fluid that I almost came apart right there and then. Gathering me in close, he held me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. His breath was hot in my ear, and I could hear the groans in his voice.
I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist because I wanted to be close to him. I needed to feel his body moving against mine. It was bliss, the type of coming together that I had missed so much. I just hadn’t realized how much I had missed the loving side of Alexei until that moment.
Running my hands up his back, I cupped his cheeks in my hands and tried to move his mouth to mine. I wanted to taste his groans.
Instead, he sucked on the hollow of my throat for a second, refusing to give me his mouth. His pace increased, becoming punishing. Shifting his weight upwards, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and lost himself in my body with a rumbling groan.
Deep inside of me, I could feel his pulse and throb. His already hard and heavy cock seemed to swell. Pushing me over the edge with him. But my scream of pleasure lodged in my throat.
Alexei wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the wall, his eyes half closed.
Instantly, my body stiffened, the ebb and flow of my orgasm dwindling down to nothing. Look at me, I prayed silently, but his eyes remained glued to the wall above my head. And I knew why.
Pain ripped into me, a physical sort of thing that twisted my guts and made me want to vomit. “Alexei,” I begged, and tears made my voice thick. He didn’t even blink. It was like nothing else existed but the image he had in his mind as he spilled his seed inside of me. Deep down, I knew that he was picturing her.
My hands balled into fists, and I pushed at his chest.
“Amy—” Shaking himself, he slipped from my body and rolled to the side, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Alexei reached for me, and I moved away from him as quickly as I could.
Hurt me? I stared at him open-mouthed. Did he really not know what he had just done? Or did he not care? Looking at him, I realizedhe honestly didn’t know. Tears fell down my cheeks, and his cum leaked from my body and dripped down my thighs as I stood there and stared at him looking so relaxed in our bed.
“You were thinking about her, weren’t you?”
His once sleepy, relaxed eyes grew hard. “What are you on about women?” he sighed. “Come back to bed.”
“You were thinking about Violet.” I snapped back, and my voice rose to a scream. “Just admit it. You were thinking about her when you were making love to me.”
Throwing an arm across his eyes, he grumbled something under his breath.
“Talk fucking English to me, you—”
“Watch your next words, wife.” There was no hint of the sweet man I had been falling in love with in his voice. “This jealousy is beneath you, Amy, and I won’t tolerate it a second longer. Violet is my friend. That is all.”
“No, she isn’t,” I said in a whisper. “She will never just be your friend, and I am—” I sucked in a breath to try and calm my rattled nerves. “She is the one you want.”
He was off the bed in a second, a naked, angry god who towered over me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into his body with so much force that the breath left my lungs in a whoosh.
“Amy, listen to me because I am only going to say this once. Violet is here because she needs someone, because she has no one else but me. I thought you would understand that. But I guess the whole helping people was an act after all.”
“Just divorce me and—”
