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I whisper, "Moya lyubov', moye serdtse, I love you so much, my love, my heart. I was an arrogant, cocky ass. I wanted to rebel because I didn't like the arrangement, but then I met you, and I freaked out because of how much my heart and body ached to be near you. I fell in love with you so quickly that it scared me. You were everything I needed but didn't want. Our families saw we were perfect for each other; I didn't want to listen to them. I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much. I know I fucked up, but don't ever think you are not enough; you are everything. I was the stupid, immature one, not ready to recognize what I had in front of me, while you gave me everything.
“I promise I will never hurt you again. I love you." I keep her tight in my arms as I whisper to her over and over how much I love her. Her sobs calm down, and she wraps her arms around my waist, her face still pressed into my chest.
"I missed you," she rasps, and my arms go tighter around her, praying this is the breakthrough we need. "I don't want to hurt anymore or live every day by the motions. I want to be happy again. Can you make me happy again?" she asks quietly. She lifts her head to look at me, her beautiful Mediterranean blue eyes looking sad but also there’s a hint of hope in them. I breathe a sigh of relief because—fucking finally.
I lean down and whisper against her lips, "I will live the rest of my days making sure you are happy, malyshka; you and our daughter are all I need. If you want me to say no to taking over as Pahkan and Don, if this life doesn't make you happy, then we'll leave. We'll go back to Texas, if that is really what you want, because your happiness comes first."
More tears fall from her eyes.
"I would never ask that of you," she rasps. I go to talk again to explain that I would do anything for her, but her next words make my heart race. "I love you, Damian. I always have, and I always will. I want to come home."
Tears now fall down my cheeks. She lifts her hands and wipes at them. She finally said it: she loves me, and she wants to come home. I won't wait any longer. I take her soft lips with mine in a passionate kiss. She gasps, and I take advantage and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hands gripping the nape of my neck as I slide mine down to her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lay us down on the sand, the exact spot where I proposed to her. I slowly move my hands up, pushing her dress up with them, then gently move my lips down her jaw, then to her neck. Her hands lace through my hair as my mouth makes its way down to her beautiful tits. I pull the material down, and her pebbled nipple pops out. I circle my tongue around one, make her back arch, and then I nip it and suck it into my mouth. I do the same for the other one.
Sofia moans, and whimpers, "Please."
I grant her wish and continue my path down her body. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. My eyes stay locked on hers as I very slowly move her underwear down her legs, and shove them in my pocket. She won't need them anytime soon; we have a lot of making up to do.
I glide my hands back up the inside of her legs and spread them, and her perfect pink, glistening pussy becomes visible. I slide my finger over her seam, making her whimper, then lean forward and slowly lick her from ass to clit. Once at her clit, I nip it, and then suck it hard in my mouth, causing her to scream. I'm glad I told my men to stay at the front of the property; I don't want to have to kill someone tonight. Tonight is all about being with my wife again.
She moans as I dive in, eating her juicy pussy like it is my last meal.
"Fuck, Damian, I'm going to come." I smirk and shove two fingers in her tight cunt, curling them upward. I find the sweet spot, then suck her clit hard.
"Damian!" she screams as she comes hard; her breaths catching on sobs of pleasure. I quickly undo my jeans and pull them down enough to get my painfully hard cock out. It glistens at the tip, and I rub it over her pussy, near her sweet hole, up to her clit, and circle it before going back to her hole, causing her to whimper again.
"You want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you hard, so you see stars?"
She nods, moaning, and I slam home.
"Fuck, you’re tight, printsessa." I hold still to let her get used to my size, and her back arches, her head tilts back, and her eyes close. Pure bliss is written on her face. Fuck, hypocritical or not, I'm fucking glad I'm the only one who has seen her like this, and will ever see her like this.
As soon as she starts to wiggle her hips, I pull back, then slam into her again and again and again, until I'm fucking her hard and fast. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I rasp against her lips, "That's it, baby, take all of my cock."
She tightens around my cock. I find her clit and rub it in hard, fast circles. She screams, and I slam my lips on hers, swallowing it, and continue my hard thrusts as she detonates around me.
I thrust into her six more times before I see stars, my cum squirting inside her, painting her walls and womb, hopefully creating another baby. I continue to kiss her, sloppy and slow. I move my now slowly deflating cock in and out of her tight cunt, making sure she gets every last drop of my seed. I put both my arms on either side of her head and rub my nose along hers.
"I love you, printsessa, so much. A fresh start?"
She smiles, her eyes shining with love and happiness.
"I love you ,too. A fresh start," she rasps, then lifts her head and kisses me. I kiss her back and gently pull out of her as my cock starts to harden again. He's missed her, too. I tuck myself back into my jeans, which is no easy feat with it hardening, then pull her dress back over her gorgeous tits and rearrange the skirt. I get off the sand, lean down, and pick up my wife, holding her bridal style, then make my way up the sand dune as she laughs.
"Damian, what on earth are you doing?"
I walk toward our holiday home and enter through the back door.
"What does it look like? I'm carrying my wife over the threshold. Now, how about a shower together so we can continue this in bed?" I say, wiggling my brows at her, and she laughs. Fuck, I'll never get tired of that sound.
thirty five
Sofia
I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds. I look to my left to see the bed empty, then look around the room. Everything is the exact same as three years ago: the same four-poster bed with light gray sheets, my perfume and jewelry that I left behind on the dresser, the picture of us on our engagement is still next to his side of the bed, along with the one from Paris under the Eiffel Tower. My heart skips a beat, and a small smile appears when I realize I feel happy for the first time since I found out the truth.
I get up, use the bathroom, and do my morning routine before I snatch Damian's shirt off the floor, and put on a pair of old pajama shorts that I left three years ago. They still fit. Huh. I follow the smell of pancakes and bacon downstairs. Yum, my favorite.
