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She turns her chin upward, bringing her face an inch closer to mine at the sound of her name.
“Did my grandmother say something to you?”
She turns her face away from me again. But there’s no mistaking the tears in her eyes.
“Emily, tell me the truth.” I reach over and pull her close. She trembles in my embrace, and I feel my heart splintering. “Did she say something to you?”
Her lips part, and her eyes blink as a singular tear rolls out. Finally, she whispers quietly, almost as if she’s afraid that someone might hear. “Yes.”
My mood darkens as I tighten my embrace.That evil old hag!“What did she say?”
She shakes her head, fear and hurt mixing on her beautiful face. “Nothing she hasn’t already said.”
“That’s not true, is it?”
“Don’t make me say it, Konstantin.” She’s shivering against me now. “Please … Just stop asking.”
“The only reason I ask.” I whisper into her thick wavy hair. “Is so that I can protect you from her.”
“And the best way you can protect me from her,” she replies, her voice quivering, “is if you forget that I said anything. Please.”
There’s no mistaking the quiver in her voice. As much as I love hearing her beg, I hate it when she’s begging me like this.
Like she’s pleading for mercy.
Whatever it is that Alla said must’ve been truly awful, and I suspect that it’s not so much what she said, but what she might havedone.
I intend to find out for myself.
But right now, all I care about is soothing Emily, to chase away her fears. So, I do the only thing I can do in the moment.
I kiss her.
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KONSTANTIN
My mouth closes on hers,softly at first and then growing in intensity as I gradually lose control. I wind my fingers through her wavy hair, and when I reach the end of her dark chestnut strands, I do it again.
Her lips are stiff against mine at first, but slowly, she opens herself up until she’s moaning against my lips, and leaning her weight on me onto her tiptoes to get more of my mouth.
Scooping an arm around her back, I guide her into the grapevines. The leaves welcome us like a blanket, the vines curling up, tickling my forearms. Everything around us is pure green.
But what Iseeis red—from the sunset to the flush on her cheeks—when we part, panting.
“I’ve been waiting to do this since I left your side this morning,” I whisper.
Emily responds by kissing me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as firmly as I grip hers. There’s no wildness in her anymore, but something else.
A desperation of sorts.
It compels her closer to me, makes her cling to me so hard that an army can’t rip us apart. She sinks into me, giving herself to me in a way that belays her desire.
And her fear.
My cock surges to life when she rocks her hips upward. Her dress hikes up around her stomach, the blue fabric catching on grapevines so it reveals the lacy edges of her panties. I glance down, my blood racing with excitement. She ends the kiss, an unreadable twist playing at the edge of her lips.
“Is this what you want from me?”
