He kissed me, all slow and warm and sure, gripping my hips like he knew exactly what he wanted.
The room went quiet except for our soft touches and deepening hunger.
He trailed his mouth down my neck, and I clutched his shoulders, breathless and full.
“Say it again,” I whispered.
He pulled back enough to meet my gaze. “I love you, Nadia.”
I smiled. “And I love you.”
The world had opened for us.
He undressed me languidly, as if we had all the time in the world. “Lie back,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
I did, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He removed his clothes slowly, revealing all that hard muscle that made my mouth water. My lips twitched into a smile before he climbedonto the bed, his skin against mine sending shivers down my spine.
For a moment, we just lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing breath. Then he lowered his head to my chest and kissed it lightly, trailing hot breath up to my neck. “You saved every part of me. Even the parts I did not think could come back. You are my certainty. My peace. My choice. And I love you with every part of myself.”
His words filled me with warmth from head to toe. “I love you, Cristian. With my whole self.”
He took my earlobe between his teeth. “You taste like sunshine,” he whispered against my skin.
He trailed kisses down my neck to my collarbone. His hand brushed the inside of my thigh. My breath hitched.
Desire coursed through me like lightning. “Cristian.”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with need. “You are so beautiful.”
I let out a shaky breath, and he kissed down my stomach, leaving slow, hot trails as he went. His lips found mine again, this time hungry and demanding. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue plundered deep, tasting and teasing.
I arched into him, pulling him closer, desperate for him to be inside me. He whispered, “Such a greedy girl. Patience, my love. I want you to remember that I cherish every inch of you.”
His mouth found my breast, sucking softly while his fingers teased the other nipple.
I moaned as he traced a line down my abdomen with his tongue, making me squirm with need. “Tell me you want me,” he commanded against my skin.
“I do,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
His tongue found its way to where I really wanted him, and I cried in ecstasy. “Don’t forget to look at me,” he said against my skin.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze, feeling his warmth spread through me like honey. “My good girl.”
I couldn’t contain myself. His words. His tongue. His perfect fucking body. The orgasm tore through me like lightning. He growled his approval, licking his lips before moving back up my body.
“Open your legs for me.”
I did, whimpering as he entered me. It felt like coming home.
“So good,” he murmured against my ear.
With every long stroke and deep thrust, we moved as one, our hearts beating together, our bodies connecting. He touched every inch of me, leaving a trail of fire across my skin. My body ached from wanting more of him.
He kissed my neck and then my collarbone, his teeth nipping softly. I cried out from the sweet pain and pleasure mixing through me. “Beautiful,” he breathed against my skin.
His breath shuddered out as his grip on my waist tightened with a need that rocked something deep inside me. He kissed the curve of my neck again, open and slow, tasting my skin like he had waited centuries for this exact moment.
He groaned softly, the sound low against my throat, then I felt the sharp, careful pressure of his teeth at the place where my pulse moved under his mouth. He bit with deliberate control, just enough to break my skin. Warmth surged through me, strong and deep, stealing any words I might have tried to form.
