A guilty furrow appears in Alyssa’s brow. “I doubt she’ll have nightmares tonight.” Biting her bottom lip, she admits, “I… may have mixed a sleeping pill into her bedtime tea.”
I let out an impressed laugh. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
She clutches uncertainly at my elbow. “I just want her to get a decent night’s sleep. Did you see those dark circles? No fourteen-year-old should have dark circles that bad.”
“Breathe, kiska. I don’t disagree. You did the right thing.”
She looks up at me and traces her fingertip down the cliff of my jaw. “Speaking of dark circles, you need to sleep, too.”
I push her back onto the bed, my lips sliding down to her breasts. “Sleep is not what I’m interested in right now.”
She lets out a soft giggle. “Seriously? After the day you’ve had?”
I let my tongue loll over her nipple. “This is exactly what I need after the day I’ve had.”
Her fingers slide into my hair as I tease her nipples into hard peaks. She writhes around underneath me, teasing my cock with her soft warmth, with the grinding of her hips and the mewling little exhales that slip past her lips. Then I slide down lower and start passing my tongue up and down her wet pussy.
“Aah,” she gasps. “Yes… yes… like that… mmm…”
Once her juices start flowing onto my tongue, I circle her clit until she’s on the brink of orgasm. Then I push myself up onto my arms so that I can guide my cock inside her.
I have to grit my teeth to keep from letting loose like I normally would. Everything about her begs me to unleash the carnal part of my brain. The part that wants to fuck her as hard as I can. I want to burn her up from the inside out. Make her head explode, just so she can feel for even one second how I feel every second of every day I spend with her.
But for as long as she’s pregnant, exploding heads is precisely what I have to avoid. So I control myself. I look down at the beautiful woman beneath me who has somehow managed to work her way into my head and heart, and I put her needs above my own. I curb all my own desires and focus on hers.
Never thought I’d see that day, either.
She clenches tight around me. “Uri,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering open and closed again and again. “God, I love… this.”
For a second there, I was sure she was about to end that sentence differently. It’s bizarre how my body thrills at the thought. How my skin seems punctured with excitement, my extremities buzzing with need.
Love was not on my radar before now. I saw my parents love each other and lose each other. I saw Dimiv give up his entire life here for a quiet one in Moscow. Love is a liability, not an asset.
And besides, plenty of women have passed through this room before Alyssa, but I never cared about a single one. So what makes her so special?
Answers flood my brain.
Her kindness. Her patience. Her compassion. Her capacity to forgive. Her bravery. That blush. Those maternal instincts. The sight of a grinning orange cat peeking out from where her thighs meet…
She starts thrusting her hips upwards to meet mine. “More,” she moans, her head tossing to the side, fanning the side of her face with sun-kissed strands of hair. “Yes, Uri… harder, please. Harder.”
“It’s not safe,” I say, bending my lips to her ear and licking the lobe. “You know what the doctors said.”
“Fuck the doctors,” she snaps. “Take me like you want me.”
She starts thrusting upwards harder, faster and I think I’m gonna lose my mind. The woman is relentless, undeniable, and completely out of my control. I didn’t ask for love and I didn’t ask for a wild woman—but somehow, I’ve found myself falling for both.
The moment she starts to clench around my cock, choking out all rational thought, I erupt inside her. My whole body roils with shivers as I give it two more savage thrusts before rolling onto the bed.
“Ahhh,” she sighs dreamily. “That was amazing.”
Her eyes are closed when I turn to her. She’s breathing softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. I want to freeze her right here, right like this. I want it etched in marble so I can stare at her to my heart’s content.
But I can’t freeze time just yet. Our story isn’t over. It might only just be beginning. Because I can’t rest easy while there is someone out there who’s hunting me down, desperate to rip all this away from me.
For me to be able to breathe again… Sobakin needs to die.