Her soft lips mingle against mine, our tongues twining, and a shudder ripples down my spine.
It’s hard to restrain myself—it’s the most I’ve ever held back—but it makes the moment feel all the more poignant.
And as I feel every glorious inch of Anika beneath me, wrapped all around me, taking me in and breathing life into my very soul, I know that I’m falling for her. Hard.
I don’t know when it happened, or even how it happened so quickly, but in the brief time I’ve known Anika, I’ve grown crazy about her. She’s become a constant thought that never strays far from my mind, an obsession.
I worry about her constantly, watch for her around every corner. And I’ve never counted down the hours until my day is done like I do now.
She’s perfect, the most beautiful, captivating woman I’ve ever met, and I would sooner cut off my own hand than hurt her with it.
But making her come?I could do that all night long. And I intend to every night for as long as I live.
As I press inside her, I feel the first ripples of her climax and groan.
“Miko!” she gasps against my lips.
I take advantage of the moment to suck her full lower lips between my teeth and lightly nip it. Like a trigger, it makes her explode around me, her orgasm intensifying as her channel floods with slick excitement.
I can’t hold back any longer. My cock is so hard it hurts, and as she milks me, my hips jerk forward as if of their own accord.
With three powerful thrusts, I follow Anika into oblivion, burying my cock to the hilt as I pour hot cum inside her.
Anika shudders beneath me, her fingers pressing into my back as she holds on for dear life.
Then, as her throbbing subsides, she slowly relaxes, settling back into the mattress with a soft hum of contentment.
Her eyes are dreamy when I pull back to meet them, her expression soft in a way I haven’t seen before.
It’s so beautiful, it takes my breath away, and I brush my lips across hers one last time before I ease out of her dripping cunt.
Rolling onto my back, I pull her against my side as I take a moment to catch my breath.
My chest swells as Anika scoots closer, rolling toward me as she tucks her shoulder beneath my arm.
Then she rests her cheek on my chest and slings one leg across mine.
She must be exhausted, because in less than a minute, her breathing slows, growing more steady, and I know she’s asleep. Christ, this woman is going to be the end of me.
I’m honored that she would trust me enough to share her bed with me, and I’m determined to prove worthy of the privilege.
But now that I’m alone with my thoughts, they return to everything I’ve learned about her this evening.
I feel wide awake as I try to process the kind of animal Pyotr must have been to put his wife through the pain he did. That he could raise a hand against her is unforgivable.
It’s blatant, unapologetic physical abuse. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Still, I’m not sure Anika realizes how much psychological damage he did as well.
Perhaps her parents were grooming her long before she was married off to a monster.
But there’s no doubt in my mind that Pyotr managed to convince Anika that his abuse was her fault. She said as much when she was explaining why he hit her the day I slit his throat.
I’m glad I killed the bastard. He deserved to die a thousand painful deaths for all he’s done.
But if he could only die once, I’m glad it was at my hand.
And now that he’s out of the way, I’m determined to be the kind of husband Anika needs.
If only I knew what that would look like.
