Page 133 of Gilded in Blood

“Milana,” he says, voice low and steady, eyes locked on mine. “I spent most of my life thinking I didn’t need anyone. That love was a weakness I couldn’t afford. Then you came into my life and turned everything upside down.

“You made me want things I never thought I’d have, a home, a future, someone to wake up to every morning. You make me want to be better. You make me believe I can be.

“I don’t want to spend another day without you as my wife. Marry me. Let me love you, protect you, and build a life with you that’s worth every scar I carry.”

Tears blur my vision as I nod, barely able to speak. “Yes! Yes.”

He smiles as he slips the ring onto my finger, a stunning rose gold marquise cut diamond. It catches the candlelight perfectly, and I love it instantly.

He stands, pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply as the violinist plays on. He holds me tight, one hand on my waist, the other cradling the back of my head.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, pouring everything I feel into the kiss, the overwhelming love I have for this man.

When we finally pull away, I’m flustered, cheeks warm, completely forgetting we have an audience. The violinist is still playing softly in the background.

Kirill gives the man a subtle nod. The music stops, and the violinist quietly leaves us alone.

I look up at Kirill, still wrapped in his arms, my new ring catching the candlelight. “I love my ring.”

He smiles, that rare, genuine smile that makes my heart skip. “I love you.”

We kiss again, deeper this time. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He carries me back to the beach house, our lips never parting.

The moment we step inside, I pull back just enough to speak, breathless. “I think we’re not done sampling the house.”

He chuckles, low and rough. “True.”

He carries me straight to the kitchen, setting me on the large island counter. “I believe this is our next stop.”

I laugh softly, as he starts pulling my dress up and over my head in one swift motion. My bra follows, then my panties, until I’m completely naked in front of him. He strips out of his own clothes just as quickly, his eyes dark and hungry as they rake over my body.

“On the counter,” he growls. “Hands and knees.”

I climb onto the cool kitchen island, heart racing, positioning myself on all fours. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on I can barely think.

He steps behind me, hands gripping my ass, spreading me open. “I believe I’m yet to have my dessert.”

His mouth is on me before I can respond. His tongue drags from my dripping pussy all the way up to my asshole, slow and filthy, tasting every inch of me.

I moan loudly, pushing back against his face as he licks and sucks, devouring me like a starving man. He flicks his tongue over my clit, then circles my tight hole, pushing inside just enough to make me gasp.

“Oh God, Kirill⁠—”

He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body. One thick finger slides into my pussy, pumping slowly, while his tongue continues its assault on my ass. Then another finger joins the first, stretching me, fucking me deep as he eats me like he can’t get enough.

He curls his fingers inside my pussy, hitting that perfect spot. I come hard, crying out, my whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy crash through me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, juices dripping down my thighs.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fingering me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out, gathering my wetness and rubbing it over my ass. He gives my ass a firm spank, the sting making me jolt.

“Get down.”

I slide off the counter on shaky legs. He turns me around, lifting one of my legs and placing it on the stool beside us, opening me wide.

Standing between my legs, he lines up his cock and thrusts into me in one powerful stroke.