“I made a vow to my father to keep you safe. I failed more than once, but I won’t fail again. And now I’m asking you to let me make another vow—this one to you.”
My throat tightens.
“Marry me, Gabriella Resse. Let me be the father our children deserve. Let me spend the rest of my life proving I can be more than the monster I’ve been.”
The ring glints as I gaze at it. My heart pounds.
“Yes. Yes. Sasha, yes. Of course, yes. I love you. I love you so much.”
He exhales like I’ve just thrown him a lifeline. He slides the ring onto my finger, a perfect fit.
CHAPTER 47
GABBY
His mouth claims mine like he’s been starving for it. The kiss is deep, unhurried, but edged with a fire that makes my knees buckle. I taste a bit of whiskey on his tongue, and I make sure to take a slow lick.
My hands fist in his shirt, yanking him closer until his chest crushes against mine. The ring on my finger catches the desk lamp’s amber glow.
Sasha breaks the kiss just enough to growl against my lips. “Lock the door,Krasotka. We’re celebrating properly.”
“Are you worried the cleaning lady might bust in?” I ask with a smirk as I lock the door.
“Honestly? I really don’t care who sees us. Now,” he continues, “get over here.”
“Is this the sort of bossiness I have to look forward to when we’re married?” I approach him, that delicious, familiar scent greeting me once more. I’m so slick between my thighs, I can hardly stand it.
As soon as I’m within reach, he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close. He kisses me again, squeezing my breasts through my shirt. I let out a little squeal—it’s more intense than I’d anticipated.
“You alright?” he asks, pulling back for just a moment.
“Yeah, fine. It’s just my boobs. They’re a little sensitive.”
His lovely, wolfish smile returns. “I suppose I’ll have to be gentler with you.”
“But not too gentle.”
“As you wish.”
He places his hands on my middle, his touch tender. He knows the precious cargo I’m carrying. His grip moves up, scooping my breasts into his hands. Sasha teases my nipples just a bit. I close my eyes and moan.
“Come.”
He lifts me by my hips as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the edge of his desk like I weigh nothing. I’m in awe of his strength. I love the way he holds me, carries me, makes me feel so goddamn safe. And I’m going to need all of that strength in the months to come.
“This body,” he says, gently undoing the buttons of my blouse. “Beautiful. Mine.”
“Let’s see if you’re still saying that after I push a couple babies out of it.”
Without the slightest beat of hesitation, he says, “I know I will.”
His hands move up, along my thighs, pulling up the hem of my skirt with them. “Spread for me.” It’s a command, but it’s laced with aplease, his dark eyes pleading in this delicious way I love.
I do, easing my legs apart and hooking them over both corners of the side of the desk. Sasha lowers himself, his breath warm over my lace panties, already damp. He places his hand on my inner thighs, squeezing me gently before moving his touch up, right to my lips.
“Mmm, look at you. So wet for me already.”
“Always.”
