His tongue slides deep, curling just right around my entrance then flattening against me in long, slow drags up to my clit that make my vision blur. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close, rocking helplessly against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure threatens to tear me apart.
“Maksim,” I pant, my voice wrecked, “please—don’t stop?—”
His answer is a growl against my skin, the vibration of it sending me spiraling. He doubles down, sucking hard, tongue flicking in pointed, deliberate strokes until I’mcrying out, my body bowing off the bed as release crashes through me.
The world goes white for a heartbeat. My legs tremble uncontrollably but he doesn’t let up until I’m gasping, shoving at his shoulders weakly, too sensitive to take another second.
His lips are slick when he finally lifts his head, his eyes dark and hungry as they lock onto mine.
I’m still shaking when he crawls up over me, pressing his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that tastes like my release. My nails drag down his back, desperate to feel him closer.
“Oh, God,please,” I beg.
The hard, throbbing weight of his cock presses against my entrance, sliding slowly along my folds to coat himself with the proof of how much slick has leaked out of me. I shiver, wrapping my legs tight around his waist to grind up against him.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand cupping my jaw, his breath ragged. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“You already know I am,” I whisper back.
His lips crash into mine at the same moment he finally pushes inside. The stretch burns, the fullness overwhelming but it’s exactly what I need. My breath catches in my throat as my nails bite into his shoulders. He sinks deeper, filling me until there’s no space left between us.
A shudder racks through him, his groan muffled against my mouth. “Bozhe, Ivy…”
Then he starts to move, slow at first, deep, steady thrusts that leave me gasping into his kisses, my body clinging to every motion. Each roll of his hips sends another wave through me until the burn sharpens into blinding pleasure.
I can’t stop saying his name. Can’t stop reaching for him, holding him, needing him closer even though he’s already everywhere.
He gives me everything—every thrust, kiss, vow spoken and unspoken that he’s ever gifted to me. I’m breaking again, the pleasure tearing me apart, and he follows right after, burying himself deep with a guttural growl, clutching me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters as he fills me.
Every pulse of his cock draws another groan out of us both, and his shallow thrusts make me lose myself until my body explodes with pleasure once again. My nails rake down his back as his mouth claims mine again, desperate and consuming. Even as the aftershocks roll through me, he doesn’t let go.
For a long time, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, rough and uneven, that fills the room. He stays inside me as though he can’t bring himself to let the moment end.
When he finally shifts, it’s only to ease us onto our sides, keeping me wrapped tightly in his arms. My cheek rests against his chest, my legs tangled with his, every inch of me humming from the intimacy.
His hand strokes lazily down my spine.
“Moya lyubov,” he murmurs, voice raw. “Every time, you undo me.”
Tears prick my eyes. I swallow hard. “I don’t deserve you… Not when Leo’s still?—”
“Don’t.” His voice sharpens, a command softened by the tenderness in his touch. He tips my chin up until I meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, fiercely unshakable. “Don’t take this from us. Don’t let guilt steal what we have left. Leo will come home, I’ll make sure of it. But right now… right now, you’re here with me.”
His mouth brushes mine again, this time soft and lingering.
A promise more than a kiss.
Maksim’s breathingslows beside me, the heavy cadence of a man dragged into sleep only after his body has been wrung out of every ounce of energy left. His hand is sprawled across my lower back, fingers curved slightly as if even in sleep he’s claiming me.
The room is dim, a faint halo of streetlight sneaking in through the blinds. The sheets smell like us, filling the room with a subtle musk I breathe in deeply. We’d burned through each other earlier, a kind of desperate friction that felt less like want and more like need.
I’d needed it—the grounding, the anchor back to this world to pull me from my spiraling thoughts. Only Maksim could make me feel like I’m something more than just a simple pawn in a game where my child is the prize.
But while his body finds rest now, mine doesn’t.
Now my mind won’t stop spinning.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Leo’s face. I hear his laugh, the one that used to come so easily, now twisted in my head with the imagined echo of his scream as Mikhail holds him down to torture him for his parents’ sins.
