Page 76 of Forced to Marry the Russian

Two years later, they were here. She still had stretch marks scattered all over her abdomen. They had formed some sort of pattern that Lev found freakishly cute. He called them her battle scars and had even suggested she had them tattooed over because it was too cute a pattern. He didn’t know it, but she was seriously considering it, especially since she’d gotten his name tattooed on her waist a couple of months ago.

Zia let out another gasp as Lev finally guided his hand to her slit, sliding a finger inside her. She felt her legs buckle, and she held onto his arms while he finger-fucked her, increasing his rhythm and urging her orgasm on with his voice whispering in her ears.

A wave of pleasure shot through Zia in a matter of minutes, and she let out a small scream, her body vibrating violently until she couldn’t hold herself on her feet anymore.

Lev cradled her up and made his way across their large room to the bed, dropping her in the center of it and towering over her.

She had a soft post-orgasmic glow on her face, and he smirked at her as he stripped. He knew she wanted more, and he was prepared to give it to her without question.

Launching himself at her, he took a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking on it while her hands ran smoothly all over his back and hair.

“Fuck, Malyshka,” he groaned as he felt how wet she had gotten.

Their eyes locked, both flickering with desire, as he positioned himself at her entrance and slid in with one fell swoop.

“Ahhh,” Zia cried out, tightening her hold on his shoulders as he began to thrust.

Their bodies entwined together, moved at the same rhythm, matching each other in sync. They fit together like jigsaw pieces and sometimes Zia couldn’t believe what her life was now.

He could feel her orgasm coming as her walls began to clench around him and he took her mouth in his, pounding harder and chuckling as her moans got lost in him, causing the back of his throat to vibrate.

Once again, her body gave in to the throes of pleasure, her wetness so intoxicating that Lev could feel himself almost slipping out. He wrapped himself around her, nuzzling her neck as she screamed out in pleasure, her nails digging into the flesh of his back.

It wasn’t long before he gave in to his climax.

“Oh, fuck, yeahhh,” he groaned as he felt his orgasm shoot out.

Zia wrapped her shaky legs behind him on his waist, locking him in, her walls clenching hard and fast, as her body received his every last drop.

Totally spent, he fell on her, grunting peacefully as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began kissing the side of his face.

“I love you, Lev,” she whispered, her voice still raspy from the orgasm that had racked her body.

It wasn’t the first time she had said those words to him, but every time she said it, a fuzzy feeling settled inside him, pooling around in his belly until he felt he would turn to mush.

“I love you too, Malyshka. So much more every day. More than you could ever imagine,” he replied, kissing her softly at the end of every sentence.

“That’s a handful,” she teased, as his mouth finally found hers and claimed it.

She was his. Forever. And he knew that.

This life they had created and built together, he was going to make sure with every fiber of his being, for as long as he lived, that nothing in the world would ever change it from what it was.

It was only going to get better because now, he couldn’t imagine a world where Zia didn’t exist.

And he never wanted to experience that.

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THE END