Page 112 of Fractured Empire

I bet she does.

“I’m sorry we haven’t made time for them to visit yet, or for us to visit them. I’m sure you miss them.”

“I do,” she admits right away. “But I’m not sorry we haven’t planned a visit yet. I think it’s been good for us to take time away as a family. We’ve grown so much in what feels like so little time. I mean, I care for you all so much. I loved those little boys as soon as I met them, honestly. But it’s different to truly experience that as a part of their lives, rather than someone who just admires how sweet and loving they are as little humans.”

“It’s been good for us,” I agree. “It feels like you moved in months ago, and it hasn’t even been two yet. You just…you make a big impact with little time, Katya.”

“Me?” Her head shakes. “You’ve done more than me, honestly. This was all your doing, Leon. I wouldn’t have even met any of you if you didn’t go out of your way to find someone⁠—”

“You,” I cut in. “I went out of my way to find you. You were exactly what I was looking for, baby.”

Her breath catches and her eyes shift from sweet and gentle to something more intense.

Something hungry.

“You say the most romantic things sometimes, Leon.”

“You inspire them, Katya.”

“There you go again,” she points out, licking her lips. “You make me want to do the most inappropriate things when you speak like that, bohatstvo.”

“Like what, baby?”

She squirms, hearing the pet name. “Like making use of our privacy up here. I’ve never been naked under the stars, have you?”

Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect.

“Is that what you want, tesoro? To take off all our clothes and stargaze?”

“Who said anything about stargazing?” She tilts her head, questioning me innocently. “I was thinking I’d like to try riding you underneath this view so when you make me come, I’ll tip my head back and see real stars alongside the ones you always make me see.”

“You’re a fucking minx, baby, come here.”

Our dishes are sent crashing to the floor as she swipes them aside, crawling over the table between us and climbing into my lap with an eager rush. I only intended for her to come around the table to get her hands on me, but her method was much sexier, and faster.

Katya reaches for my tie, pulling it undone as she swoops down to plant her lips on mine, kissing me fervently. Our kisses used to be a little messy as we were learning each other’s mouths, but now they’re deeply passionate and skilled. I’m addicted to the way her full lips dance with mine, and the way she tastes slightly different every time.

“How do you want me, my pretty wife?” I purr against her mouth, cupping the back of her neck with one hand and putting my other one on the small of her back. I tug her down harder in my lap so her dress hikes up and her panties touch the zipper of my slacks. “You want me to pull my cock out right here, push your lacy little panties to the side, and fuck you at this table, huh? Do you want me to strip you down naked instead? Tell me what you want me to do to you, and I’ll fucking do it, baby.”

She gasps as I sink my teeth into the side of her neck, grinding down on my lap. My cock has already woken up with full force, swelling so fast that I’d probably be lightheaded if I tried to stand up too quickly.

“No one is going to catch us up here, right?” she asks, digging her nails into my shoulders through my shirt.

“Not unless they want to fucking die.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re murderous,” she rasps, tipping her head back while I pepper kisses all over the front of her throat. “Pull my dress up and off. I want to feel the moonlight on my tits while they bounce because you’re fucking me so hard. Keep your clothes on, though. I don’t have the patience to wait for you to undress and I refuse to get off your lap now that I’m on it.”

I fucking love when she gets a little bossy. She knows what she wants and it’s so goddamn hot.

“That’s my girl.” I wrap my hands around the bottom of her dress skirt, and lift, tugging up the fitted fabric without ripping it. When I get it over her head, her glorious breasts drop right in front of my lips and I groan, not bothering to wait for her to adjust before sucking one of her peaked nipples into my mouth. “Fucking perfect,” I mumble into it, making her whimper as my lips buzz around the sensitive flesh.

“Leon,” she moans, humping my bulge as she wiggles her hips.

“I love it when you don’t have a bra on, baby,” I tell her, licking her nipple before moving toward the other one. “These tits are fucking immaculate.”

“If I can get away without wearing one, I do,” she says through a moan. “I love how they feel in your mouth. I could sit like this all night if I wasn’t so needy for more.”

While I suck on her second breast, she reaches for my belt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. She wastes no time, fumbling my button open next and tugging my zipper down hastily.