Fee stretches against me, her body pressing into mine. The contact sends heat rushing through my veins. Eight months together, and I still want her with the same desperate intensity as the first time.
"You're thinking too loudly," she murmurs, her hand sliding up my chest.
I capture her mouth with mine, tasting the sweetness of her. Her lips part, inviting me deeper. I roll her beneath me, supporting my weight on my forearms as I deepen the kiss.
The sheet falls away, leaving nothing between us. Her skin is warm silk against mine. I breathe her in, that intoxicating mix of sweet wine, vanilla, and flowers that drives me wild.
"I want you," I whisper against her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone.
Her back arches as my mouth finds her breast, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "Anton..." The way she says my name leavesme craving her even more like a man thirsting in the desert, and she's the water I want, I need.
I take my time exploring her body, mapping every curve and hollow. My hands spread her thighs, fingers finding her already wet for me. The knowledge that I'm the only man who's ever touched her like this, who's ever made her gasp and writhe with pleasure, fills me with possessive satisfaction.
Not because it makes her mine, but because I get to be her first everything, her only everything, if she'll have me forever.
"Please," she breathes, her hips rising to meet my touch.
When I finally push inside her, the sensation nearly undoes me. Tight, perfect heat engulfs me as her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper.
"Look at me," I command softly, needing to see those green eyes as I move within her.
She does, her gaze locking with mine as we move together. This connection...it's beyond physical. It's everything.
"I love you," she gasps as she tightens around me, her release triggering my own.
"I love you, my Solnishko," I breathe against her lips as we fall together. "Always."
The world narrows to just us, Fee's body wrapped around mine, her breath mingling with my own as I thrust deeper. Her hands slide from my shoulders to my back, nails digging in with just enough pressure to mark me as hers. I belong to her.
"Harder," she whispers against my ear, and I comply, increasing my pace, watching her face flush with pleasure.
I shift my angle slightly, knowing exactly how to touch her now, how to make her come undone. The little gasp she makes tells me I've found the right spot. Her eyes flutter closed, but I want to see her.
"Eyes on me," I growl.
Those green eyes lock onto mine, blazing with intensity that matches the fire in my veins. Her lips part, breath coming in short pants as I drive into her relentlessly.
She breathes, her inner walls beginning to pulse around me. I slide one hand between us, thumb circling her clit. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."
Her release crashes through her, body arching beneath mine, muscles clenching around me so perfectly I can barely hold back. She cries out my name, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
The sight of her pleasure pushes me over the edge. I bury my face against her neck as my own release tears through me, emptying everything I am into her. For precious seconds, Iforget about the blood on my hands, the darkness in my soul. I'm just a man, loved by an extraordinary woman.
We lie tangled together afterward, hearts racing in tandem, skin damp with sweat. I press my lips to hers in a long, tender kiss.
Fee laughs softly against my mouth. "You must really love me to kiss me like that first thing in the morning, morning breath and all."
I smile, rubbing my thumb along her cheek. "There's nothing coming out of you that I don't want, Solnishko. Your breath, your sweat, your tears, all of it is precious to me."
I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips. "Fee..."
"Yes?" She watches me curiously.
I hold Fee's gaze, heart thundering against my ribs. This moment feels sacred. I shift slightly, stretching toward the nightstand drawer. Fee watches me curiously, her brow furrowing as I reach inside.
Maybe I should have planned something elaborate, roses and champagne, a rooftop view of Manhattan. But this—us, tangled in sheets still warm from making love, her hair wild around her face, this is our truth.
I bring the box between us, cradling it in my palm.
