Chapter 21
SASHA
“Mmm, yes.”
Gabriella moans the words into my ear as I carry her to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breath hot against my neck.
The penthouse is a wild blur around us, Chicago’s restless lights a deep amber in the distance.
None of that matters.
Only she does.
This woman’s been under my skin for years, defying me, challenging me, making me question every single last wall I’ve built. Now, once more, she’s mine to unravel, and I tend to take my sweet time doing it.
With a push of my shoulder, the bedroom door swings open, the room dim aside from the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I set her down on the edge of the bed, her blouse half unbuttoned from our earlier frenzy in the kitchen.
God, she looks so fucking sexy. I want to take her right then and there. But I give myself a moment to let my eyes drag over her thick curves.
Gabriella looks up at me with eyes dark with want, lips swollen from my kisses. I see a bit of defiance there, too, as always. But I can see the surrender forming in her gaze. It’s intoxicating.
“Strip for me,” I command.
She hesitates for a second, a little spark of rebellion flashing, but then she stands.
Her hands tremble slightly, and I can sense old insecurities, rather than fear of me.
Her fingers still against the fabric of her blouse, and I can see it in the way she swallows that a part of her doesn’t believe she’s allowed to be wanted in this way.
“Gabriella,” I say. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
Her response is quiet, almost defensive. “And you don’t have to look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m…” She exhales, gaze flicking down her body. “Perfect. I’m not. I know what I look like, Sasha.”
I’m confused. “What?”
“I’m not one of those runway types. One of those women like Ruth.”
Ah. Now I understand.
I approach her, placing my hands on her upper arms. “Ruth doesn’t stop my heart when she walks into a room. You do. I want you.”
She laughs. It’s soft, shaky. Maybe a little relieved. “You always know what to say.”
“I only say what’s true.”
She looks at me for a long moment, as if trying to decide what to do, trying to decide whether she believes me. Then, slowly, deliciously, she lets the blouse fall open. Lamplight spills over her skin, highlighting the curves that make her who she is.
Her first instinct is to cover up, but I catch her wrists gently before she can. “Don’t,” I whisper, “you have no idea how extraordinary you are.”
She flicks her eyes up to mine. “You mean that?”
“I mean every goddamn word,” I tell her. “Every curve, every inch of you. You’re what beautiful looks like when it’s real.”
The tension in her shoulders softens, and when she finally meets my gaze again, she isn’t hiding anymore.
“Good girl,” I say, closing the distance between us.
I place my hands on her soft, round hips, squeezing before I move them to her full, heavy breasts. I reach around, undoing the clasp of her bra, gently sliding it over her shoulders and letting her tits fall free.
The sight of her breasts bouncing into place makes my cock so stiff, I can hardly think straight. I can’t help myself—I lean in, scooping her breasts into my hands and kissing one nipple, then the other. She moans, running her hands through my hair.
I pick my head up, returning my hands to her hips and lifting her from the ground, carrying her over to the bed. I set her down and push her back gently, watching as she falls onto the mattress, an inviting smile on her lips.
She gasps as I kneel between her legs, hooking my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and dragging them down along her thighs. Once they’re gone, I spread her legs open. Her pussy is gorgeous, glistening with arousal.
My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I trace a finger along her slit, gathering her wetness. She arches, a whimper escaping her lips. “Tell me, Gabriella. Tell me how much you need it.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice breaking just a bit. “I need it. Please.”
I lower my head, flicking my tongue out to taste her clit, circling the sensitive bud slowly at first, then sucking hard.
She cries out, fisting the sheets, hips bucking against my mouth.
I pin her down with one arm across her hips, then slide two fingers into her tight heat.
She’s so responsive, her walls clenching around me as I curl my fingers, hitting the spot inside her that makes her moan louder.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” I increase the pressure, lashing her relentlessly with my tongue, fingers sliding in and out. Her breaths come in pants, her body trembling.
“Sasha, I’m… I’m so close…”
I push her over the edge. She shatters, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, flooding my mouth with her sweetness. I don’t stop, licking her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she’s writhing.
“Sasha, it’s too much…”
“Not enough.”
I throw off my shirt, then strip out of my pants and boxer-briefs, freeing my cock. It’s thick and hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her eyes widen as she stares at it, licking her lips. The sight nearly undoes me.
Gabriella sits up on the bed, her eyes smoldering with desire. Her bare skin practically glows in the dim light and knowing she’s carrying our twins makes my cock ache with a need I can barely control. She moves closer, fingers trailing down my stomach, all the way down to the base of my prick.
Then she takes me into her mouth.
God, it’s fucking heaven. Warm, wet, silken.
“Gabriella…” I groan her name as she takes me deeper, her eyes mischievous little slits as more of my cock vanishes into her mouth. Her lips glide down my shaft, hot and wet, enveloping me in a steady rhythm. “So fucking perfect.”
Her tongue dances along my length, teasing all the sensitive spots. Her eyes are locked onto mine, dark with hunger and want.
“Does it make you wet, driving me this fucking crazy?”
She hums, the vibration shooting through me, her hands gripping my thighs as she takes me deeper, her mouth stretching around my girth as she moves down, down, nearly to the base. I brush her hair softly, moving it to the side so I have a clear look at her work.
I lose myself for a moment, drifting closer and closer to release. I entertain the idea, imagining pumping into her mouth, watching her swallow every last drop.
But no. I want more.
“Come here.” I guide her slowly from my cock, my length glistening from her mouth. Then I ease her onto her back.
I give myself a moment to appreciate the sight of her naked on the bed in front of me. She’s perfect, otherworldly. My chest tightens in a way that I’m not prepared for.
I climb on top of her, lowering for a long, deep kiss as I glide the head of my cock along her folds. She’s still soaking wet from her first orgasm. I take my time, teasing her clit with slow strokes of my hardness against her.
“Tell me how much you need it,” I say.
“Please, Sasha,” she breathes. “I need it. I need you inside me.”
There’s no sense in holding back from giving her what we both want. I reach down, taking hold of my shaft, and when I can’t stand the teasing anymore, sliding into her.
“Fuck, yes.” The words pour from my mouth as I plunge deeper, her tight walls gripping me.
I push in all the way, fully seating myself inside her. She lets out a sigh, wrapping her legs around me, holding me in place. I kiss her, pulling back and driving in deeply one more time as I hold myself up on my forearms so as not to crush her.
My thrusts are deep and languid, gazing at her rounded belly in total reverence. Her breasts sway back and forth with each plunge into her. I lean down, kissing a nipple tenderly, my tongue swirling until she moans.
“Come for me, Gabriella. Let me feel you.”
She digs her nails into my back, letting me know she’s very, very close. I angle deeper, hitting the spot I know drives her wild.
“Oh… Oh, God!”
The second orgasm hits, her body shaking as pleasure wracks her. The sight of her coming undone under me is so erotic, I nearly cross over the edge myself. But I hold back.
When it fades, I guide her to turn and ease her onto her knees.
“Show me what you want.”
She glances back at me over her shoulder, flashing a wicked, dreamy grin. Then she arches her back beautifully, her slit glistening, perfect and pink.
I move forward, sliding into her from behind. The angle is deep, intimate, perfect. I grab her by her lush hips, driving into her.
“You’re mine,” I growl, teasing her clit. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she sighs, pressing back into me. “All yours.”
I pick up the pace, her breasts swinging underneath her. I give her ass a quick slap, the sting of it producing a gentle yelp—more of surprise than pain. I sooth the redness gently with my palm.
“That’s right. Now come for me one more time. I want to see it so fucking badly.”
My thrusts grow more forceful, even a bit erratic. I’m on the edge myself, desperate to drain into her. But I hold off, focusing on her. I work her clit relentlessly, and she shatters for a third time, her walls convulsing around me. She falls forward, her moans muffled by the pillow.
It’s too much—the sight of her falling apart, the sensation of her tight, pulsing heat. I’m ready to release. I pull out, quickly flipping her onto her back. I want to see her face.
“Together,” I rasp, sliding back in. She answers by wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in deep. “Look at me when we come.” I thrust hard, our bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin and our moans.
“Now,” I say, right on the brink.
She clenches around me, her hands in my hair, pulling me down for a kiss.
“Come with me,” she whispers against my lips, and that’s it.
I bury myself deep, groaning her name as I explode, my cock pulsing as I spill my hot cum inside her. She follows, her pussy tightening and milking every last drop from me.
We collapse, both completely breathless. I roll to the side, pulling her into my chest, her head tucked under my chin. Gabriella’s still trembling with aftershocks. I run my hand down her back, soothing her.
“You okay?” I ask. I press a kiss to her forehead. She’s quiet for a moment, then nods. Her fingers softly trace patterns on my chest.
“That was intense,” she whispers. A small laugh follows. I smile and reach for the sheet, draping it over us. “You’re good at this,” she says, her voice sleepy. “The after part. I would’ve thought…”
I allow myself a small grin. “What, that I would’ve given you some work assignments afterward?”
She laughs and the sound swells in my chest. “Mr. Orlov, was that a joke?”
I shrug. “I make them from time to time.”
For a moment, it looks like she has something else to say, but whatever it is, she keeps it to herself. She rests her head on my chest, closing her eyes. I kiss her temple, my hand stroking her hair.
After a short time, her breathing evens out. I hold her tighter as she drifts off, the city’s lights fading into the background. For the first time in years, I feel hope.
In those moments, I make a vow—I’ll burn the world down to keep her and our children safe.