I blinked once, too stunned with her answer to take it at face value.
“What?”
“I love you, Mikhail.” She swallowed, making her slender neck flex with the motion. “I… love you too much to ever give up on whatever we can have together.”
“What?”
She furrowed her brow. “I know you hear me.”
“But I can’t believe you. I can’t believe it. That you could love me yet want to leave at all. That you want to tell me that you love me?—”
Stepping in front of me, she shook her head. “I don’t want to tell you, Mikhail.” She set her hand on my chest, her fingertips touching my bare skin where my robe parted. “I will show you, too.”
Slowly nudging the fabric aside, she slid her hand up until she wrapped it around my neck. Then even slower yet, as she stared into my eyes, she urged me down to her face.
Holy—
Elation shot through me. Her eagerness to kiss me was all the proof I needed, all the hope I ever could’ve dreamed up.
Gripping her sides, I yanked her to me and closed the distance between us. I crushed my mouth over hers, swallowing her needy squeak.
She kissed me back greedily, pulling me down and not letting go. The touch of her lips under mine had lust surging through me. The push of her breasts against my chest taunted me to clutch her closer and closer and never let go.
Back in my arms, she was with me. Fullywithme. Not just here and undecided.
“I love you,” she repeated when we parted for air. She gazed at me with honest trust and openness, showing me how firmly she meant it. While she shoved at my robe, parting the fabric further so she could reach for the waist band of my pants, my dick hardened. My heart thundered so fast in my chest at hertouch and the words she spoke. This commitment—one I’d never heard before. One I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for.
Shelovedme. Despite her hesitations about my life and the violence in it. Regardless of the frustration and how we shouldn’t be compatible with her goodness and my darkness.
She chose me. She wanted me and to love me.
Backing her up to the wall, I grabbed the back of her head and held her in for another drugging, mind-altering kiss.
She licked. She nipped. And with the sexiest little moans, she dueled with my tongue and sucked on it until I swore I’d come in my pants.
Pushing her against the wall of glass, the expanse of windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, curving around this side of the penthouse, I relished her grunt of shock. I pinned her there, hurrying to peel off the layers of her clothes. To free her breasts. The second she was topless, I lifted her against the glass to suck and lick her nipples until they were even harder peaks. I lowered her pants, easing the material off until I could lift her with my hands on her ass and hoist her up.
“Do you understand that you are mine?” I asked, my voice husky and rushed as I kissed her hard, thrilled by the friction of her body rubbing against mine. The swells of her tits, the slick warmth of her pussy, the tight strength of her arms and legs wrapped around mine, but most of all, the sweet brush of her mouth on mine.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m yours, Mikhail, and I don’t ever want to lose you.”
I paused, staring down at her as I held her wedged against the windows. “Would that mean losing yourself?”
She shook her head, smiling slowly. “Not when being with you completes me.”
I grinned, lowering her to stand and turn. Behind her now, I lowered a bit to line my dick up to her sopping wet cunt. I began to slide in, massaging her pussy walls, and kept her upright for the world to see. No one could. No one was up this high to see her fucked against the walls, but the naughtiness of celebrating her submission in such an exposed way made this all the more potent.
“You’re mine, Claire.”
She rested her head back as I slammed the rest of the way into her. Her shivers of delight tempted me to hurry. Lodged deep inside of her, though, I paused to mark this moment as a memory I’d cherish and take to the grave. After running my hands up from her hips, over her sides, along her breasts smashed against the glass, then all the way up her arms and I guided her to raise them, I ended up twining my fingers with hers and hoisting her arms straight up and flush to the wall.
“You will be mine, and there is no going back from it.”
Over and over, I pulled out and slammed into her sweet pussy.
“The world will know that you aremine, and I will always protect you.” I nudged her head to the side to kiss along her jaw until my lips were closer to her ear. Still thrusting into her, I whispered, “Mine to love.”
She cried out as she came, as if my words were the trigger that had to be flipped, like a switch, to push her into a spiralingsubmission. A tender release. Crying out again, and sagging against me, she still pushed her ass toward me so I could follow her.
