“I love you, too,” I murmur back, and pull her even tighter to me.
It’s impossible to express with words how much this girl means to me. She’s special. She’s mine. This union is soul deep.
Somewhere above our heads, an owl hoots, and there’s a rustle in the bushes.
“You belong to me, little captive.” I nuzzle the top of her head as our breathing slows. “I’ll never let you go.”
“You’d have a job getting rid of me,” she says, a smile in her voice. “I’ll hold you to your promises.”
“I could never deny you anything.” Running one hand up, under the silk of her dress and over the smooth skin of her bare hip, then down to her peachy little arse. She’s so utterly delicious. I’ll never get over how lucky I am. “I’m going to spoil you beyond your wildest imagination. As many kids as you want. More books than you can ever read.”
She giggles. “You don’t have to spoil me. All I need is you.”
I nod. “This is peace, Tess. For the first time, I don’t feel the need to…”
“Wear the mask? Go to the basement?” she teases. “Plug yourself into a keyboard? Don’t worry, we’ll still do your ‘projects’.”
We? Joy bubbles up inside me, and I nod, choked up by sheer happiness.
“Carefully,” she adds. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
“I’ll do everything you want. Anything that makes you proud. But I’ll pass them onto the Maths Club.” I don’t need to spend time with them anymore. It’s not as though I’m suddenly a good person—my soul is too stained for that—but I have everything I need with Tess.
She whines as I slide my cock out of her, and I allow her to lower her feet to the ground.
“Kirill! It’s running down my leg!” she says, sounding scandalised, and it’s my turn to laugh as I pull up my trousers and underwear, securing them over my cock that’s still wet with her cream.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up again very soon,” I say. “And I’ll keep pushing my come back into you to make sure you’re all lush and swollen with my child in the next few months.”
“I’d like that,” she whispers, almost shy. She pushes her hair out of her face and looks up at me. I can’t be certain in the dark,but I decide she needs a kiss and lean down to brush my lips over hers.
Then I sweep her into my arms to carry her back to the house.
“I can walk!” she protests. “Shouldn’t I walk now?”
I tighten my grip. “Nope. You used up your wishes. It’s my turn.”
25
TESS
Kirill insists on carrying me all the way to his ensuite shower room, where he removes my utterly wrecked clothes, and his, and puts me under the gloriously warm water.
Within minutes of covering me with soft soapy bubbles, he’s hard again, and my curious exploration of his tattooed skin and warm muscles is enough to tempt him to have me. This time he orders me to lean on the cool tiles, and he fucks me from behind, hands roaming from my nipples down to my clit, up to tug my hair, before finishing grasping my hips as he rams into me. But only once I’ve come twice more, his patient fingers playing me like I was made for him.
When he stands up straight, I kiss his chest, right over his heart.
Mine.
He’s said that over and over to me, but he belongs to me too.
And it’s only once we’re both clean again a second time that he tips my chin up to make me look into his silver eyes, then blinks as though he’s read something on my face.
“Ohhh, shit.” He begins to laugh, and the delight I hear in it makes me look up into his silver eyes. “I finally got it.”
“Got what?” I’m so drunk with desire and love, I can barely think. I’ve never felt this good before in my life.
“The meaning of your wishes, Tess.” He’s grinning as he falls to one knee and surprise turns my brain to fluff.
