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in her palms and kisses me. Hungry. Needy. Just as I am for her.

I roll her onto her back and quickly dispose of her clothing. Leaving her naked and exposed and vulnerable only to me. The way that she should be.

I kiss my way down her body, murmuring my apologies as I go.

“You should be worshipped every day,” I tell her. “And I am sorry that you have not been.”

When I reach the apex of her thighs, she opens for me without being asked. My woman is shy and sad and sometimes broken, but she is open for me. Still willing to give me a chance. I thank her, and then I bury my face between her legs. Eating her out. Tasting her. Fucking her with my tongue and grinding her hips onto my face.

“Today you will come just like this,” I tell her. “Give in to me, my angel. Allow me to pleasure you without any pain.”

I know I don’t deserve to ask this of her right now, but I want this of her right now. And she gives in to me, just as I ask. She relaxes and simply feels, for once. Without any shame. When she comes, it is cathartic for both of us. The pleasure she needed that I was able to give to her. And then her eyes are on me. Pleading at the same time her mouth does.

“I want you, Lyoshka.”

Those words are exactly what I need from her. And it should bother me that she knows that. That she has seen this part of me. But when I bury my cock deep inside of her, it doesn’t bother me at all.

She is so wet for me. So pliable to me. She allows me to take her as I please. To suck on her throat and wrap her legs around me and let me all the way in.

I like that. I like it very much.

But I want even more from her.

I pick her up and adjust our position so that we are both sitting upright. She is in my lap. On my cock. Taking me as deep as it will go. Her hands are on my shoulders, and then in my hair as I watch her. Fucking her face to face. So close I won’t miss any of her expressions. Her sighs or the flutter of her lashes.

“Let me hear your voice,” I tell her.

She pulls me closer, her lips finding my ear. Her teeth grazing it as her hot breath hardens my cock to the point of unbearable pain.

“I want you,” she tells me again. “I want you too much, Alexei.”

“Lyoshka,” I grunt. “That is what you call me.”

“Lyoshka,” she murmurs into my ear. “You have the power to destroy me.”

“I won’t,” I assure her, but I know it is a lie.

She doesn’t argue. She kisses my throat and I fuck her hard and deep. Her body contracting around mine. Sucking me in and squeezing my cock.

It is too much. And I come inside of her, thinking about her pregnant with my child. I want to start a family with her. And I am impatient with that desire.

I won’t admit the reasons why. To myself or to her.

“Come.” I lay her down and position my body beside hers, patting my chest. “Lay with me.”

She curls into my side and rests her face against the place where my heart beats. Her finger tapping out the rhythm on my skin. My other arm curls around her body and I kiss her forehead.

“You will sleep in my bed from now on, Solynshko. My wife should be in my bed every night.”

33

Talia

I am woken by Alexei’s arm wrapping around my waist as he slips his cock inside of me from behind.

He takes me twice this morning. Kissing my throat and murmuring things in Russian. And once he is sated, he leaves me in bed to rest while he showers.

Magda pokes her head in the door, and when she sees me in his bed, a smile lights up her face.

“Miss Talia,” she says. “I was looking for you.”

She seems happy. And I feel uncomfortable. There is hope in her eyes. So much hope.

“I have breakfast for you. Would you like to take it in here?”

My eyes move around the room, filled with Alexei’s things. It still feels too unfamiliar, so I shake my head.

“In my room is fine.”

She nods and disappears down the hall, just as Alexei re-enters with a towel wrapped around his waist. There are still