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It hits me hard with a flurry of surprise—her words, her moves. I didn’t expect her to move like this or say she loves me, but it’s not like I will complain. She moans unsurely at first, but when I pull out and gently slip into her, she makes an “oh” noise like she’s surprised by how good it feels.
“Oh,” she says again, then grabs my shoulders differently, almost like she wants a good grip to move her perfect, wide hips.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I push into her harder, faster. Her pussy makes a sexy wet noise when I go deep, like her body is talking to me and telling me she needs more, more, more. She never wants it to stop.
“Shh,” she moans, then smiles, and I can read her smile. She’sshhing herself as well as me. It’s obvious she’s about to scream as she bites her lip. I lean down, laying my weight against her, and she bites my chest like she’s grateful.
“Fuck,fuck,” I moan, struggling to keep my voice quiet as she bites down, and her pussy begins to quake as if she’s trying to coax the come out of me.
“Fuck …”
I can’t hold back anymore. I bite down on the pillow and start hammering her. She screams into my chest, the sound muffled, one word just about audible inside the pleasure.“Yes, yes, yes.”I keep going, completely lost in the release, the way her unbelievably perfect tight pussy caresses my dick.
With each thrust, I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. She slips up and down my dick, bouncing hard in time with me. The mattress whines, and then she stops making noise and bites down, silently gasping, clawing at my back.
I lean up, watching as the orgasm trembles through her, her tits shaking, her eyes rolling like she’s going to lose it. I can’t hold on. I can’t think. I just …
Fuck.
So much seed erupts from my cock, shooting up my shaft and exploding inside her. That same smile touches her lips, that intoxicating smile, as I lean in, and we share the last explosive moments of pleasure with a kiss.
After, I hold her in bed, both of us naked, sweaty, and smiling. A few minutes pass of us just lying like this. Then, my lady smooths her hand over my body, rests it on my cheek, and turns my face. She’s smiling at me when I turn to look at her. “What now?” she whispers.
“Now …” I turn over so that our noses are touching. I’ve also got my hands on her, keeping as much contact as possible. “We start planning arealwedding.”
Her eyes light up most attractively. It just hammers home how I’ll never want anybody else. Then again, every single moment with my Mila does that.
I continue, “The biggest, most luxurious wedding a woman could wish for, like a fairy tale, Mila.”
She shakes her head, and my heart drops, and I realize this isn’t any proper proposal. What the hell am I saying? What am I thinking? I should’ve found a better time and chosen a ring first, dammit.
“I understa?—”
“No,” she cuts in quickly, letting out a small laugh. “That’s not why I was shaking my head, silly. It’s just … I would have had all that if I was forced to marry Dimitri, and Dad was still …” She pauses, then says, “… alive. Then I would’ve had ahugewedding, but I don’t want that. I only want you and Drake and space to heal.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” I say fiercely. “Let’s stay here. Let’s make this our cave. We’ll go back when we’re ready. Because we’re having a small wedding, don’t think you’re not getting the dress and ring you deserve.”
She cuddles closer to me. “I don’t need all that. I’ve had the best of everything all my life, the pampered Bratva princess. Nothing has ever felt as good as just being here with you.”
I smirk, leaning in for a kiss. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. You look like an angel wearing sweats, hammering away at the computer. You’ll be even more beautiful in a dress, maybe even with a tiara.”
She slaps my chest playfully, laughing. “Now you’re going too far … my hacking hunk.”
I laugh. “Hey, I like that one.”
CHAPTER 25
MILA
Two Weeks Later
Iwait outside the ceremony room with a big smile as I study my reflection.
“You look so pretty,” Drake says, standing at my side in his suit.
I look intensely at myself in the mirror, trying to see past the self-doubt, insecurities, and what Mikhail sees when he looks at me.
My hair is styled in loose curls that cascade down my back, framing my face in soft waves. The stylist pinned a few delicate white flowers in my hair. I can’t help but smile at how the curls dance around my shoulders, adding a touch of glamour to the overall look.
