And then I press in deeper. All the way. “It’s all in now,” I murmur.
My hand settles around her throat, and her eyes light up instantly.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” she admits, voice shaking. “It makes me feel really good. Like… so much more intense.”
“Good,” I growl. “It looks fucking perfect too.”
I thrust into her. Over and over. Treasuring every sound she makes, every tremor in her body, every gasp that turns into a moan.
Kissing her until she consumes me. And it doesn’t take long before we’re both right back on that edge again.
“Come with me, Lily,” I whisper, forehead to hers. “Give it to me.”
She does.
This time it isn’t an earthquake, but it still shatters her, still rips through her so hard she shakes in my arms, giving herself to me completely.
I shout her name as I spill inside her. Then, before she can even catch her breath, I unfasten the cuffs around her wrists, bringing them to my mouth and kissing the marks softly. I rub them gently, making sure it didn’t leave any marks on her beautiful skin.
I stay inside her, shifting her until her back is against the wall. One hand braces above her head, pinning her there with nothing but presence.
My eyes lock on hers.
“I love you,” I breathe.
“I love you more,” she whispers instantly.
I shake my head. “Impossible.”
She tangles her fingers in my hair and drags me into a blazing kiss. And I let her.
“Will your wrists fit in those handcuffs?” she asks.
I bite back my grin.
There isn’t a single person in this world who could cuff me to a shower and live to brag about it…
Other than my lastochka.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Drago
Song- Give, Sleep Token.
I pull her closer, my eyes finally fluttering shut against the pillow.
I’ve spent the last hour making sure she’s taken care of. Properly. Slowly. I even let her walk me through her six-step skincare routine, every serum and cream applied with serious concentration. Now my skin is apparently glowing, according to her, and judging by how smug she looks, she’s very proud of herself.
Because after everything she gave me in the shower, I needed to make sure she came back down to reality the right way.
That she knows nothing between us exists without care. Without tenderness. Without love.
I press a kiss to her forehead, breathing her in, and she tilts her head up to look at me through her lashes.
“How does it feel having snail gloop on your face?” she teases.
