Midnight Sanctuary (Bugrov Bratva #2)(101)

The place where, what feels like lifetimes ago, I caught a nail sticking out of a certain someone’s fence.

I laugh and cup his head in my hands. His hunger for me is obvious in every motion, in the way he grips my ass and pulls me as close as possible—but he’s holding back. It’s been so long that there’s a new kind of anxious, uncertain excitement that’s crept in between us.

It feels like the first time all over again.

There’s all the urgency and passion of physical desire that’s been slowly building steam over months of abstinence. But there’s the comfort and safety in the emotional connection the two of us have built together. We share two beautiful daughters; we share a wealth of experiences. Some are good, some are bad, some are a shrink’s wet dream.

But we’ve weathered through every storm together. And we’ve come out on the other side stronger than before.

We fall back onto the bed together as the kiss deepens. I’m writhing around on Uri like I’m scared he’ll disappear. Between my thighs, I’m wetter than I can remember ever being in my entire life.

At some point, his clothes vanish and he slides into me. We move together, slow and cautious at first, then a little bit faster and a little bit more needy. He lets me dictate the pace from the top.

Soon, “caution” is a word of the past. I’m bucking wildly, my hands planted on his chest for balance as my hips move in a desperate blur. He rises up to kiss my breasts as I bounce on his lap and moan up to the ceiling above us.

My nails dig into his back as the orgasm hits. “Uri,” I gasp wildly. “Oh God… I’m coming… I’m com—ohh.”

He groans along with me as we ride out the waves together. The motion slows and softens until we’re just a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing again.

Past the buzzing in my extremities, I’m only vaguely aware of his lips as he kisses his way up to my throat. “That was…”

“Amazing?”

He chuckles. “Definitely. But entirely too fast. Next time will be a little more deliberate.”

“Tonight?” I ask hopefully.

His eyes are bright and mischievous as they stare down at me. “When have I ever needed more than five minutes with you, my little thief?”

I chew at my lip. “What about the girls?”

“Let’s take an hour for ourselves. We deserve it.”

I smirk. “An hour, huh? That’s, like… at least three more orgasms’ worth.”

“Only three?” He nips playfully at the underside of my jaw. “You’re underestimating me.”

I laugh. “I don’t think I can handle any more than three.”

A slow grin spreads across his face. “We’ll just have to see about that.”