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Page 353 of Fall of Light (The Kharkanas Trilogy 2)

“Nikolai—” I breathe his name, and he groans, pressing his lips against my shoulder, his hips shuddering as he sheathes the last inches of himself inside of me, and I clench around him, wanting to keep him there.

“I don’t know how long this is going to last,” he whispers against my skin. “It’s been too long—god, you feel so fucking good—”

“So do you.” I run my hands through his hair, my hips arching under him, my body heedless of the bruises. I can feel the soreness, the aches in me that have nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain—but I don’t care. I need him. I need this.

Slowly, I move against him, feeling myself tighten and ripple along his length, the slow, hot slide of him inside of me. I feel his breath against my skin, quickening as the pleasure builds, higher and higher, until I know that both of us are going to come apart, and neither of us can hold back any longer.

“Ohfuck, Lilliana—” he groans my name, his face turned into my neck, lips dragging over my skin, and then he kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his cock slides deeply into me once more. I feel him start to shudder as the hot rush of his cum fills me, his cock throbbing as I squeeze around him, my own orgasm pulsating through my body in waves as I sink my fingers against his shoulders and cling to him.

I whisper his name against his mouth, the sounds lost in the kiss, the two of us arching and straining together as the pleasure throbs through us both, and I can feel him trembling against me as it finally starts to ebb.

Nikolai collapses to one side, breathing hard. “It’s going to be a little while before I can manage that again. But as soon as I can—” He reaches out, trailing his fingers over the side of my breast. “You’re sure you want to stay, Lilliana?”

I nod, reaching for his hand and threading my fingers through his. “I’m sure,” I tell him softly. “I want you. And I–I love you.”

He turns towards me, lifting my hand to his lips. “I love you too, Lilliana. And I’ll make it up to you, every day of my life.”

I give him a soft smile, moving carefully to lie as close to him as I can, almost in his arms. “You already have.”

Nikolai

One month later

Amonth ago, I wouldn’t have imagined this was possible.

I look down the beach as I stride towards the slender figure lying on a lounge chair, drinks in my hands, and I feel a little as if I’m in a dream. My wife is smiling at me, eager to see me. This morning, I heard her scream my name as I made her come three times over—with my fingers, my mouth, and finally, my cock. And now I can see her waving at me, motioning me towards her, eager to have me back at her side.

I had never thought Lilliana and I were destined for love or happiness. I had thought the best that I could do was save her from a fate that she didn’t deserve, and then tuck her away where neither of us would have to be bothered with the other. But instead, I’ve found something that I never knew was possible for a man like me—a brutal man, a Bratvapakhannow, a man taught all his life that what I feel for her only leads to loss and failure.

Love.

There is no one for me besides Lilliana. I told her that, a week after she said she wanted to stay, with a ring I’d bought for her in secret—and just the memory of that morning makes me hard all over again.

I’d woken her up with soft kisses on her mouth, her jaw, her throat, until she was squirming under me, half-asleep still and eager for more. I’d had to be so careful with her as we both healed—still did, really—but if she was begging for it, I wanted to give it to her.

I loved the taste of her. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of it. I kissed my way down her body, taking the time to play with her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples until she was fully awake and her hands were buried in my hair, her hips squirming beneath me. I was rock-hard, aching to be inside of her—but I had other plans before I fucked her.

I made her beg a little that morning. I kissed her hipbones, her inner thighs, sliding my tongue along the crease of them, nibbling and sucking the outer folds of her pussy until I could see her dripping and she was breathless, whispered pleas drifting down to me. Please, Nikolai. Please. I need you to lick my pussy. Please.

I hadn’t yet gotten used to the sound of Lilliana begging for me, of those filthy words coming off her tongue without me forcing them. It was enough to make my cock drip pre-cum, to make me thrust against the bed as I pressed my mouth between her legs, wondering if I’d make a mess of the sheets before I could even get inside of her. I’d slid my tongue inside instead, imagining it was my cock, the hot wet velvet of her squeezing around me as I fucked her with it, curling my tongue inside of her and rubbing that sweet spot that made her twist and writhe, her fingers digging into my scalp as she tugged on my hair.

“God, Nikolai!”

I did think I was going to cum then, from the sound of her crying out my name, begging me. My cock throbbed, and I thrust against the bed helplessly, reaching down with my barely-healed left hand to stroke myself. I needed my right hand for her, but I couldn’t go another second without touching my cock. It was aching, on the verge of exploding.

I ran my tongue up the dripping folds of her pussy, up to her clit, rolling my tongue over that hard pebble of flesh the way I knew she liked. I found the rhythm, circling, rubbing, my hand squeezing my own cock to stave off my climax as the taste of her flooded my mouth, and I found I couldn’t hold off.

“I’m going to come just from licking your pussy,” I groaned against her flesh. “I’m going to make a fucking mess all over my hand just from the taste of you. God, Lilliana—holy fuck—fuck—”

I sucked her clit into my mouth as I felt my cock swell and erupt in my hand, hot cum spilling over my fingers and onto the sheets as I sucked and licked at her pulsing flesh, and I felt her arch up, heard her crying out my name as she came hard, drenching my mouth and chin with her arousal—and more of my fucking cum spurted out of my cock, like I couldn’t stop coming until she did.

I was still fucking hard when she relaxed against me, and thank fuck, because it would have ruined my plan, otherwise. I hadn’t been able to keep control of myself, not with the way she tasted, how good she felt—but I leaned up, pushing my cum-covered cock into her drenched pussy as I reached under my pillow, and as I started to thrust inside of her to the sweet sounds of her moans, I reached for her left hand.

“I should have done this from the beginning,” I told her, my voice hoarse as I thrust again, holding myself deeply inside of her as I spoke. “But I’m doing it now. You’re my wife already, Lilliana. But I want you to choose to be.”

I opened my palm to let her see the ring there, a rose-gold ring with a brilliant round diamond, the band encrusted with smaller diamonds, sparkling in the light. “Will you marry me again, Lilliana?” I asked, and she stared up at me, her eyes wide.

“You’re asking me to marry you while you’re inside of me?” she breathed, as if she couldn’t believe it, and I grinned at her, rocking my hips so she could feel the hard swell of my cock buried inside of her.


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