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Instead, all he brings is pleasure.
And as he rocks inside me, the burning excitement keeps building, swelling into a raging inferno.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp as I feel my orgasm creeping up my spine.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, and I can hear the desperation in his voice.
He’s as close to falling apart as I am.
“Come with me,” I plead, clinging to him as my walls tighten.
Gleb’s lips crush against mine, and his tongue penetrates my mouth with the same kind of ravenous need as his cock. He grunts, his hips thrusting erratically. And when I feel that first throbbing burst of hot cum inside me, my orgasm blasts through me like a grenade.
Crying into his mouth, I come hard and fast, my pussy throbbing, milking him for all he’s worth. Twitching with the intensity of my release, I breathe heavily. And we exchange breaths as neither of us wants to stop kissing.
Warm fluid trickles from my entrance, slicking the tops of my thighs. And it’s so sinfully sensual, it makes my stomach quiver.
Our kisses slowly transition from passionate to tender, our lips brushing together because neither of us wants to let it end.
And as I sink from the clouds, gradually coming down from my high, Gleb rolls, pulling me on top of him. He stays inside of me, and I settle over him like a weighted blanket, so relaxed in my postcoital bliss that I might never move from this spot.
My ear rests against Gleb’s heart, my cheek pressed to the tattoo of his family crest. And his fingers comb through my hair as one arm holds me close.
“Mel?” he says finally, breaking the peaceful silence.
“Hmm?” I murmur in my glorious, sleep-addled state.
“Will you be my wife?”
My brow furrows, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m actually dreaming, but his body feels so warm and strong and solid beneath me. I can’t be. So I raise my head to look at him. “I am your wife,” I say, confused.
“I know. But I never got to ask you.”
It’s such a small detail to recall about that crazy day. But he’s right. Pyotr suggested it, and Gleb just agreed. No proposal was involved.
My heart warms as I realize it’s one more thing my closet romantic wants to set straight. And I smile. “You’re the only one I would ever want to marry. So, yes, Gleb. I’ll be your wife.”
His responding smile is so soft and filled with love, I have to lean in for one more kiss.
And I know that, divine goddess or not, this is my heaven.
EPILOGUE
MEL
One Year Later
Lights flash in never-ending succession as I wait behind the curtain, my heart pounding with anticipation, like it does every time I get ready to walk out on that stage. And though I know I only have a few more minutes to get my head in the game, I can’t help glancing back over my right shoulder.
Deep in the shadows of the backstage chaos, Gleb watches me with intense green eyes, ready to step in if anyone should forget their place. He looks dangerous there, his broad shoulders daring anyone to lay a finger on me and see what happens.
But when I take an exaggerated breath, releasing it slowly, his lethal bodyguard vibe softens. And he mouths the words, You’ll be great. You look stunning. Then his eyes do a sweep of me that says he finds me more than just stunning.
And my stomach does a nervous flip-flop for an entirely different reason.
“Mel, you’re up,” Tina calls, waving me forward with her clipboard.
I blow Gleb one last parting kiss. Then, I square my shoulders and peer out toward my destination. At Tina’s signal, I start to walk. And the crowd roars over the A-list singer’s live performance, making the stage near deafening.
