Because for the first time in what seems like forever, there is nothing hanging over my head waiting to ruin everything. No lies. No secrets. No ghosts from the past whispering that everything I love will be ripped away from me.
That life is over. The people who tried to hurt us are no longer a threat, and the family around us would destroy anyone foolish enough to come after us.
Kirill pulls me back into him, and when I lift my eyes to his, I let myself feel all of it: the safety, the love, the relief.
And the almost impossible peace of knowing I no longer have to keep running.
By the time we’ve said goodbye to the last of the guests and gotten the boys tucked into bed, the house has gone quiet.
In our bedroom, Kirill stands near the window with his jacket draped over the back of a chair, his tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone. When he turns toward me, the look in his eyes is pure fire.
I can’t help but take in how handsome he is. Those broad shoulders, the firm muscle barely hidden beneath his dress shirt, his power, his height, the way he makes me feel whenever he touches me.
He treads toward me, the back of his hand sloping across my chin. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”
“I never really dreamed about my wedding.” I glance down at the lace of my dress before gazing back at him. “Some girls spend their whole lives imagining it, planning every detail, but I never did.”
He studies my face while I continue.
“But…if I had dreamed about it, it would’ve been exactly like today.”
A quiet affection settles behind his eyes. “From now on, dream as big as you want, and I will make it happen.”
And when he looks at me with that burning intensity, my soul grows.
“I want to give you the world, solnishko. Becauseyouare my world.”
Emotion rises fast, and I have to swallow before I take his hand and press a soft kiss to the center of his palm. “You’re mine too.”
A low grunt escapes him, and he cradles my face, his thumb brushing along my cheeks as he studies me like he’s memorizing every inch of me all over again. And when he leans down to kiss me, I’m lost to it. To the warmth, the tenderness, the way his hands move, loosening the pins in my hair until it falls over my shoulders while I reach for the buttons of his shirt.
The distance between us disappears as all the fabric slips away. Until it’s just the feeling of his skin on mine.
His hands slide up my bare back, gliding into my strands as his kiss grows hungrier, his tongue sliding with mine before he lifts me off the floor.
My legs hook around his hips as he guides me onto the bed, his mouth moving down my neck, sucking a slow path down to my breast. He tugs a nipple into his mouth, his tongue dancing around the tip before giving the same attention to the other breast. As he does, his palm slides down between us, findingmy wet core and rubbing me slow before he pushes two fingers inside me.
“Kirill,” I whimper, grabbing his hair as he growls around my breast, his thumb working my clit as the sensations overtake me completely.
Every time he touches me, it’s like the first time. I feel worshipped. Loved. It’s not just sex; it’s something otherworldly. Like we’re connected in a way I can’t explain.
His mouth lowers to my stomach, kissing my abdomen with special care, whispering something in Russian I can’t make out before he spreads my legs wider, dropping kisses on the inside of both thighs. The tip of his tongue strokes up my center, and I let out a cry, fingertips gripping his hair as I arch into his mouth, needing this so badly.
My eyes fall to a close and I let myself enjoy it—the way his fingers feel inside me, that mouth taking everything from me. Before I realize what’s happening, he flips me around and slips his head under me until I’m sitting on his face.
“Look at me,” he demands with a possessive growl as he sucks my pussy while I try to shift so I don’t suffocate him. He grunts and grabs my hips, his eyes heated as they take me in. “Don’t fucking move.”
That rough, commanding tone makes me clench.
“That feels so good.”
My fingers run over the tattoos at his temples before slipping into the fuller part of his hair. When he flicks my clit, I lose control, my toes curling, my body on the brink of collapse. His teeth graze me there, and I can’t stop from shaking.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
He groans and sucks me whole, and that’s all it takes.
“Kirill!” I scream, hands tugging on his hair, trying to keep myself upright.
