"Fuck, you feel incredible," he grated out, thrusting up sharply. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slide smoother and more intense. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his chest, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy.
He flipped us in the cramped space, pinning me beneath him on the reclined seat. His weight pressed me down, deliciously dominant. He drove into me relentlessly, each thrust hitting deep, making me gasp. "Mine," he growled, pounding harder.
I wrapped my legs around him, meeting every plunge, our bodies in perfect sync. The pleasure built again, coiling tight. His hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I was lost, moaning his name, nails digging into his back.
As we hurtled toward the edge, he buried his face in my neck. At the peak, as I clenched around him in orgasm, he rasped in my ear, "You're mine." I didn't answer with words—just pulled him closer, pressing tighter against him, responding to his every movement, riding out the waves together until he followed, spilling inside me with aguttural groan.
Afterward, we leaned against each other, gasping for breath. My clothes were disheveled, cheeks flushed, body still trembling slightly. Alexander gently fixed my hair, treating me with the care one might give fragile porcelain.
He planted a tender kiss on my forehead, his voice still rough. "No more risks like that."
I nodded, resting against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. After everything tonight, every barrier between us had vanished.
We returned to the manor late at night. Sofia was already asleep. Hand in hand, we entered the master bedroom. The cold war of the past few days felt like a distant nightmare. The room was filled with sweetness once more.
After all we'd been through—from arguments to reconciliation, danger to salvation, painful memories to mutual understanding—we were utterly exhausted.
We washed up in quiet harmony, then slipped into bed. Alexander held me close, my head pillowed on his arm.
"Tonight really scared me," I whispered, "not because of those men, but because I almost lost you."
"You'll never lose me," he replied, stroking my hair. "We've wasted too much time on misunderstandings."
"It was my fault," I nuzzled his chest. "I should've just asked you about Tatyana instead of jumping to conclusions."
"I share the blame," he admitted. "I should've told you about my past earlier. In my world, old relationships can get complicated, and I didn't want to drag you into that mess."
I lifted my head to look at him. "No more secrets from now on, okay?"
"Okay," he said, kissing my lips softly. "I promise."
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the dining room. Sofia was already at the table, enjoying the French toast Ivan had prepared.
"Mom! Alex!" She waved excitedly as we walked in hand in hand. "You two look so happy today!"
Alexander and I exchanged a glance and smiled. Kids are always the first to sense shifts in the air.
"Because this toast looks especially delicious," I said with a laugh, pulling out a chair and ruffling Sofia's hair. "And a certain someone didn't oversleep."
Alexander sat beside me, sliding a glass of orange juice my way. He casually mentioned, "By the way, you said on the phone yesterday that you're heading to that new complex on the east side next week for an interview?"
"Yeah. It's newly opened, so a lot of facilities aren't fully up and running— even the internet's spotty." I picked up a piece of toast and shrugged helplessly. "It'll probably be a bit of a hassle, but we're just there for interviews—one day and done."
Alexander nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more. He stood to pour me coffee, the rich aroma wafting through the air. As he set the cup down gently, his hand lingered on the table's edge.
I glanced at him curiously, and he winked, his tone turning lighthearted.
"Since you're insistent on keeping your job, I've got to give you some 'extracurricular training.'"
"What kind of training?" Sofia asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Alexander ruffled her hair and turned to me. "Like how to elegantly keep annoying drunks at a distance—yep, self-defense techniques."
"Self-defense?" I echoed.
"Starting today, every morning, I'll teach you the basics," he said earnestly. "That way, if danger comes knocking, you can protect yourself."
Seeing his determined expression, a wave of warmth washed over me. Rather than forbidding me from working after last night's events, he was finding ways to make me safer.
