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“I won’t be able to do this once you’re pregnant.” I’d never risk her life or that of our child’s, so I need to get it out of my system, at least for a little while, before I knock her up.
“Do you think we should have waited?” Her fingers trail along my exposed chest before moving onto my pants.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Waited for what, exactly?”
She presses her body in tight to mine, her heels giving her a few inches so it’s easier to meet my perplexed stare. “To come up here. To be alone. Should we have stayed with everyone to celebrate?”
I’m shaking my head before she’s finished talking. “Vasyl knew we were going to disappear; he and Nadia have everything handled. Nobody will miss us.”
Sadness colors the edge of her eyes, and I go feral. “I don’t want them to think I’m ungrateful.”
“Them?” Picking her up, I toss her on the bed and remove the rest of my clothes on my own.
“Your family.” Nicking my stomach with the knife, her perfect teeth dig into her bottom lip as she watches my impetuous movements.
“They won’t.” Crawling onto the bed after her, I grip both of her knees and wrench them apart, needing to see the treasure she’s been hiding away for me.
Brushing my hands up her thighs, I groan at how she shifts, opening her pussy up more for me. The little blonde curls do nothing to conceal her beauty from my sight.
“Liliya.” I will worship this woman for the rest of my life. “Tell me yes.” I know she’ll let me take her, open her body up for me, but I need to hear that she wants this as much, if not more than I already do.
“Yes.” The single word is like a match being lit. My body propels into motion. Grabbing her outer thigh, I create room to lower myself into her. Her entire body trembles, and I fucking shudder with the pleasure of having her soft, lithe body beneath mine. “Yes, Dez,” she reiterates, lifting her hips so our sexes meet, and I drop my head between her breasts, struggling to gain control of myself.
She gasps when I lower my hips, pinning her down as my aching cock rests tightly against her pussy, and my balls kiss her ass. Pumping my hips tenuously, her back arches as the balls of my piercing rub along her clit.
“Please, Dez.” That plea is my undoing.
Capturing a nipple between my lips, sucking and licking, I want to taste every part of her. Pressing open-mouthed kisses across her chest, I slowly slip down her body, needing a taste of her honeyed center. Burying my nose between her legs, I swipe my tongue, the natural musky taste of her missing something, and I know just what that is.
Bringing up the knife still in my palm and still wet with her blood, I gently rub it around her pussy lips and clit. Mixing her blood and pleasure so I can enjoy the taste of both at once.
“Dez?” Her body trembles with uncertainty and questions as she watches me. Sucking gently on each of her lips until there’s no trace of blood left, I move to the hood hiding her clit. Tickling it with my tongue, she judders, sifting her fingers through my hair and tugging until I bite down on her pretty button, and she wails in pleasure.
Climbing back up her body, I slide directly into her slick heat, piercing her virginity and absorbing the way her fingers dig into my shoulders—scoring across my flesh and jolting me with a bite of pain.
“So perfect,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her tenderly, trailing my lips across her jaw and down her neck, inhaling her sweet cinnamon scent. Shifting my hips slowly, I pull completely out, only to glide back in, becoming rougher, needier with each pump of my hips. “Fuck,malen’ka ptshashka, you’re so tight for me, so fucking perfect.” I brutally stab my hips in with each word, punctuating the importance of how much satisfaction she brings me.
Her pussy tightens as I position her legs further around my waist before slamming back inside. She ripples every time one of the balls in my cock piercing rubs against her taut walls, dragging out the decadence we both feel.
Nipping at her neck, I place the blade in her hand when her arm drops to the side, her body nearly too replete to move. Her eyes light up when she realizes what I’ve done, unhesitant to bring the weapon to my forearm and make a quick slice before dropping it to the bed as blood trickles out. My dick hardens further as my hips move faster inside of her.
Swiping the fluid up with her fingers, she paints her chest red with me. Marking herself with my life and laying an ultimate claim on me in the only way either of us knows how.
Peppering kisses over her neck and face, I slide out entirely, hovering as I feel my impending orgasm threatening to explode from my body. When she lifts her hips, chasing me, needing my fullness, I slam back inside, forcing a scream from her throat as I fuck her hard.
“Such a good girl for me,malen’ka ptshashka.Come with me now; follow me over the edge.” Sinking my teeth into her throat, the hit of pain seems to be all she needs as she detonates, and we both fall off the cliff of ecstasy and sink to the bottom of the ocean, where nothing else matters but us.
SIXTEEN
LILIYA
It’s been close to a week since we were married, a week of bliss spent behind our closed bedroom door. We went out once to have a meal with the family two days after the wedding, only because I begged Dez to let me thank them for all their generosity towards me.
Nadia has accepted me into her fold like I’m her long-lost daughter, despite only a few years separating us, and I couldn’t be more appreciative. I need her in a way I hadn’t realized.
While Dez and I were wrapped up in each other, Nadia didn’t hesitate to find and interview a handful of tutors to allow me to finish my final year of school at home, where I’m more comfortable. She also contacted the school and ensured I could graduate and have a smooth transition to homeschooling. No one asked her to do it, she simply did. Without question or hesitation. My gratitude towards her is endless, and I hope to one day return the favor in kind. Which is why I’m sneaking in a quick shopping trip while Dez handles some Organization business. He didn’t tell me what it was exactly, but I got the sense that someone was likely going to die from the anger in his eyes when he left with Vasyl.
I mentioned to Dez last night that Christmas was coming in only a couple of weeks, and I’d love to get gifts for the children. By the time I woke up this morning, he had a credit card with my name on it. I’d argued at first, telling him I couldn’t accept his money; I hadn’t done anything to earn it. He reminded me, quite thoroughly, that what’s his is mine, and what’s mine is his.
