Then he was inside me, hard and deep, stretching me to limits I didn’t think possible. I held my breath as he stayed still a moment, and let it out when he began to move, sinuously and slowly.
I had crossed the line and had no idea of ever jumping back. This was where I wanted to be. The only thing I wanted. He said my name, making me hold on tighter. He kissed me beneath the ear, making me gasp. If this were the last thing I ever did, that would be fine with me.
I was gone. There was only Gavril’s hard body, warm breath on my neck, hands running through my hair.
He moved faster, plunged deeper, lifting my hips as I clung to him, really just hanging on. I moaned into his shoulder, bit him, as frenzied as he was as he pounded deep and hard.
“Scream,” he said, finding my swollen, needy nub.
I screamed. He roared, thrusting a final time as new, stronger waves crashed over me. I wasn’t going to drown, not when he fell onto my chest and held on tight as the final spasm shook me.
I was still lost in that swirling sea when Gavril kissed my forehead and rolled onto the mat beside me. He hurriedly pulled me close as cool air brushed my sweaty skin. We lay there in silence except for our labored breathing.
“That was something,” he finally said.
“Something good? I asked, half-teasing, half hungry for compliments.
He took my face in his big hands and kissed me until I clung to him again. “Something good,” he agreed, deadpan as he pulled away.
I laughed and snuggled up as he wrapped his arms around me.
Everything had changed. For better or for worse, I couldn’t say, and at the moment, I wasn’t thinking about it at all.
Chapter 20 - Gavril
Lilia curled up in my arms, naked and glowing and unable to hold back a radiant smile. We were lying on a sweaty mat, our clothes strewn all around us, not exactly the Four Seasons. We had been wild and desperate, and even now, I wanted her again.
Everything was different. She was well and truly mine. That passion we shared was beyond anything I ever experienced. I was still a bit shocked, which didn’t make any sense at all. How could this little slip of a thing have rocked my world like the mightiest earthquake?
“Tell me what you want to do today,” I said, kissing her as her hair tickled my chin.
She scooted back just enough to look at me with wide eyes. “You’re staying home during the day?”
“I’ve stayed home during the day before.”
“Yeah, because you…” she trailed off, not wanting me to remember.
But I did, and gave her a wicked grin. “When I had to handcuff you to the bed?”
“Had to?” she spluttered. Then she turned bright red.
“What?” I teased. “Think you might actually enjoy it next time? We can try it out right now.”
She burst into delightful giggles as I picked her up and began to carry her from the gym. She pounded on my back, squealing. “We have no clothes on, Gavril.”
It was my house, and my wife. Anyone who didn’t want to see could get lost. But she wriggled like a flopping fish, and I put her down so she could scramble for her clothes. She tossed mineat me, but they fell to the floor at my feet as I heard my phone ring from near the heavy bag where I left it.
“So much for staying home,” she sighed.
I strode across the room, jumping on one foot to put my pants back on while I answered.
“Damn it, Benedikt, what’s going on?”
My beleaguered right-hand man didn’t have good news for me. “Luigi ordered a good-sized group of men over the border,” he said. “I’m still working on why, but I thought you’d want to know.”
I hurried out of the room before I asked the next question. “Do the Petrovs have anything going on in Mexico?” I asked.
I had been slacking lately, rushing out of meetings so I could eat dinner with Lillia, ignoring any phone calls I didn’t consider top priority. I really needed to keep up or fall behind, especially when Luigi was pissed at me again for stopping his foolish plan to steal guns from the Petrovs.
