“He asleep?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“Knocked out,” he replies with a chuckle. “Maybe we can turn up the volume a notch next time.” Still grinning like an idiot, he pulls me close, his arm slipping around my waist, and I feel his warmth, the weight of him settling back in beside me.
He can’t stop talking—it’s almost funny.
“You should’ve seen him,” he whispers, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath. “Had his little bear, holding on to it like it was gonna save him from the world.”
I let out a scoff. “You’re obsessed, you know that?”
He laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Yeah, maybe I am. He’s just… so damn adorable. The way he curled up, all snug with that blanket of his? Couldn’t stop myself from watching for a minute.”
I shake my head, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re gettingsoft, D. You know that, right?”
His eyes flick to mine, that grin of his growing. “Soft for my family,” he says. “But not soft for you,krasotka.” In an instant, he grabs my hand, guiding it to his hardening cock. “You made this,” he whispers, his voice low and lustful. “Now you’re gonna finish what you started.”
I smirk, my fingers trailing down his length, teasing him. “Make me. Bad boy.”
Before I can say another word, he pounces, his body pinning me down. I let him hold both my arms above my head, submitting to his touch.
I open my legs, wrapping them around his hard body, feeling his steel-hard cock pressing against my pussy. D’s taking his goddamn sweet time, though, kissing me like a man who knows he’s got all day to mark me as his, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine like a fucking claim of ownership.
He finishes owning my mouth and moves on to my earlobes, sucking them like a starving man. Then, like the dirty fucker he is, he shoves his face into my armpit, licking and flicking with his tongue until my body is writhing in fucking ecstasy.
“Mmm…” I groan, my body arching up, my cunt pulsing with desire.
And while he’s busy licking and sucking and fucking driving me wild, his rock-hard cock grinds against my swollen clit, pushing me closer and closer to the fucking edge.
He releases his grip on my hands, his fingers tracing down my arms, his touch electric. He’s still pinning me to the bed with his body, but I don’t feel trapped. I feel fucking free.
“Wren,” he whispers, his eyes burning into mine, his touch like a goddamn confession.
“D.”
I pull him in closer, our lips meeting in a desperate kiss, like I’m trying to fucking imprint myself on him, like he needs to understand how deep I fucking feel for him.
He moves against me, his hard cock sliding into my waiting cunt. My nails dig into his shoulders. “Fuck, yes.” A moan escapes my lips. “I want you so bad.”
In that moment, it’s just us. Just him and me, our bodies moving together, our hearts beating as one. All the bullshit, the fear, the anger, it all fades away, and there’s just this raw, intense connection between us.
I look up at him, my vision blurring slightly, and I see him—really see him—the man who’s fought for me, who’s stood by me, who’s loved me even when I didn’t deserve it. And I feel it, deep in my chest, that warmth, that certainty, that love that’s always been there, even when I tried to ignore it.
His lips crash into mine, and it’s just this intensity between us that blocks out everything else.
When we finally break away, gasping for air, he looks down at me, his eyes soft, vulnerable, like he’s letting me see something he doesn’t show anyone else. And he smiles, a real, honest smile that makes me feel like I’m floating.
I smile back, and then we fuck. We fuck like animals, our bodies moving together, wild and desperate. His cock is like a goddamn piston, driving into me with such force I can barely breathe, but I don’t want him to stop, not ever.
We lock eyes, his gaze as blue as the fucking ocean and twice as deep, our bodies moving in perfect sync until we’re both shaking, our release shattering through us like a fucking earthquake.
“Fuck, D,” I whisper, the sheets tangled around our legs. I’m sprawled across his chest, my fingers lazily tracing patterns over his skin, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under me.
D lets out a soft groan, stretching his arm over his head.
“What do you wanna eat tomorrow?” he asks.
I blink.Eat?I snort, shaking my head. “You’re already thinking about food? We just had the kind of sex that should be illegal, and you’re planning the menu?”
He smirks, his fingers trailing lazily down my arm. “What can I say? Gotta keep you well-fed if I want you to keep up,krasotka.”
