Page 68 of Savage Truce

He smothers my hoarse scream with his mouth and a moment later, his body jerks against mine as he comes with a rough groan. Spasming as if he’s being electrocuted, he breaks the kiss and clenches his jaw.

Holy shit, I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.

The sight makes my core flutter, which draws another groan from him.

“Blyadʹ,” he grits the curse out, and as he comes down from his high, worry creases his brow. “Are you okay? Iisus Khristos, I was way too fucking rough.” Lifting himself off me, he pulls out, then he snaps angrily, “You’re bleeding! I’m so fucking sorry. How much does it hurt?”

It takes more energy than I have to sit up, and as I look down and see the blood, which is more than when he took my virginity, I gasp, but the worry on his face has me swallowing my reaction.

I quickly shake my head. “I’m okay. It stung a little, but I’m fine.”

Climbing off the bed, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. “I wish there was a tub so you could soak.” He sets me down so carefully, it makes me feel unbelievably treasured.

After opening the faucets, he checks the temperature before moving me into the shower.

When the worried look doesn’t leave his eyes, I cup his jaw and say, “I’m really okay, Rodian. Honestly, I love that you want me so much it made you lose control.” Lifting onto my tiptoes, I kiss him. “Stop worrying, my love.”

His eyes soften on me. “I like that.”

Tilting my head, I ask, “When I call you my love?”

He nods as he reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hands. Gliding his palms over my skin, he begins to wash every inch of me, but he’s extra gentle between my legs.

When he gets to my breasts, he takes his time, and I don’t know who enjoys it most between the two of us.

“The sex was fucking hot,” he says as he grabs more body wash. “I’ve never come so hard before.”

I get one hell of a show as his hands move over his chest and abs before washing the mixture of arousal and blood off his manhood.

“Like what you see, Moya Krasavitsa?”

“Oh yes.”

He takes hold of my hand and puts some body wash on my palm, then grins at me. “I don’t think I got it all. Maybe you can do a better job.”

A smile spreads over my face as I rub my hands together to create some suds, and when I begin to caress his chest, I love how hard and warm his skin is. I make my way down to his abs and the sharp curves by his hips, biting my bottom lip, because… bloody hell, I have an incredibly attractive husband.

Curling my fingers around his cock and getting to touch that part of a man for the first time, I’m surprised by how soft his skin is as it stretches over what feels like steel.

Utterly fascinated, I stroke his manhood, my fingertips exploring the veins and mushroom-shaped head. When a pearl of semen forms, I swipe it onto the pad of my thumb to take a closer look.

“You are not going to leave me hanging like that,” he growls, making my head snap up. I was so fixated on exploring his body, I didn’t notice I was turning him on.

With a grin, I wrap my hand around his manhood again while rubbing my other one up and down his chest. Pressing kisses to his tattoos, I begin to stroke him, watching his reaction closely.

Grabbing hold of my ass, he kneads and squeezes my cheeks while I pump him faster, licking and kissing his pecs to my heart’s delight.

“Blyadʹ…Blyadʹ…Blyadʹ!” With the words leaving him along with rough grunts, he comes, and I get to watch as jets of semen hit the rolls of my stomach.

His manhood softens in my hand, and letting go, I decide to tease him and say, “You have one hell of a sexual appetite, and I’m totally okay with that, but it makes me wonder what your body count is.”

Rodian rinses his release off my skin while replying, “Besides you, only two.”

My eyebrows fly up as we step out of the shower and dry ourselves. “I find that very hard to believe.”

“I don’t do one-night stands. My first relationship lasted throughout my senior year of school. When I started working for the Bratva, I broke things off because she wasn’t from our world.”

We leave the bathroom, and while getting dressed, he continues telling me about his past.