Chapter 30
ALEXEI
Her words of love still ringing in my ears, I pull her through to the bedroom, where she’s already eager to tumble on to the bed, stretching her hands out to feel the softness of the mattress beneath her
“Woah,” she sighs. “This feels amazing...”
But I hardly give her time to take it in before I pounce down on top of her, pinning her to the bed and slipping my hands to the zipper on the back of her dress.
I’ve been imagining sliding her out of it since the second I watched her put it on this morning, though I was determined to show her the new house before we got to that part.
This woman, she’s everything to me. Not just because she is carrying my child, not just because she already brought me my daughter, not just because she has grown so close to my son, but because she has healed something in me I didn’t even know was broken.
A part of me that has ached with emptiness since I lost my mother, since I watched my father so unable to protect her.
I had never wanted to risk letting someone into my life again, not without knowing if I could do all that needed to be one to keep them safe, but with her, I know the risk is worth it.
A surge of protectiveness runs through me as I push the dress away from her body, laying her out in front of me as I kneel between her legs.
I grin as I run my hands down her thighs, sinking my fingertips into her skin, taking in all the ways her body had begun to change since the pregnancy had begun.
The soft curve in her belly, the fullness in her face, the way her skin seems to glow with every move she makes. If I could commit the sight of her like this to memory for life, I would, her eyes shining as she looks back at me, but the best I can do right now is kiss her again.
She wraps her arms around me, her soft skin sinking against mine as she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it away from me.
She trails her fingers along my arms, her nails raking against my skin, and I slip a hand between her legs.
Even through her panties, I can feel the blooming warmth of her wetness spreading against me, and she lifts her hips slightly as though she is coaxing even more from me.
And my mind drifts, for just a second, back to the night at the gala, the night when we met, the night before I so much as knew her name.
When we both hid behind masks. It seems impossible now, that I would ever have been able to keep that much distance between us, but it happened—it really did.
And when I look into her eyes now, I’m so, so glad that I got the chance to know her, to love her, the way I’m sure I was always meant to.
“Fuck, I love you, Cara,” I murmur, testing out the words again as I slide her panties down her thighs.
Her fingers dance over my belt, grazing at my lower belly, and my cock reacts to her closeness, even the scent of her enough to draw me to full hardness.
I slip out of my pants and underwear, my cock springing free, and she reaches down to take me in her hand, clearly as hungry for this as I am.
“You’re in control all of a sudden, huh?” I tease her, and she lifts her hips again, coaxing me closer to her.
“Please, Alexei...”
She knows that is my button, the one thing I can never deny her.
I love hearing her beg for me, even after all this time, it never gets old.
And I have no intention of making her wait, as I guide myself to her slit and press myself against her, feeling the inviting warmth of her entrance just begging for me to fill her.
“One more time,” I order her, bringing my hands to her hips as I kneel there before her. She pouts, putting on a playfully desperate tone.
“Please, please, please...”
And, with that, I give her what she wants, bucking my hips forward and driving myself deep inside of her in a single stroke, right there on the bed which will soon be ours. And, as I fill her, I feel that connection between us, as fiery and demanding as it was the very first night we met.
I grip her tight as I push inside of her, feeling her warmth part as I take her up to the hilt, and she groans, a smile crossing over her lips as I finally give her exactly what she has been waiting for.
“Fuck, you feel so perfect,” I tell her, as I begin to fuck her properly, taking her in long, slow strokes so I can savor every inch of her wrapped around me. She slides her hands over mine, our fingers interlinking, as though she wants to get even closer to me.
I close the distance between us, letting myself down on top of her as I continue to move inside her.
I breathe in the scent of her, intoxicating, and kiss her neck, feeling the throb of her pulse just beneath my lips as her body rises to meet mine over and over again.
She’s grinding into me in waves, taking me deep, letting me feel how much she wants me, as though I could ever have been in any doubt about that.
“That’s my girl,” I growl into her ear, and she lets out a whimper, her voice catching as the back of her throat as she inches closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel the telltale signs of her starting to reach her climax, her breath fast, her thighs trembling, her lower belly contracting as she waits for me to give her what she wants, what she needs, what only the two of us can find together...
And, as I plunge deep inside her one last time, my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks, taking me entirely off-guard as I finish inside her warm, welcoming pussy.
I didn’t expect to finish so early, but there is something about her that makes it impossible to hold back, my system given over entirely to the way she makes me feel, the way she gives me pleasure like nobody else in the world.
And, as I bottom out inside of her, flooding her with my seed, I feel her body clench around mine. For a second, she doesn’t make a noise, too consumed with the sensation to think of anything that complex, but then I press my face to her ear, making sure she hears me as I demand more from her.
“Let me hear you, Cara,” I insist. And, with that, she finally lets herself go, crying out so loudly that it seems to fill the entirety of the house around us. The sound echoes through my body, the vibrations passing from her throat to mine, like I’m absorbing every second of her pleasure.
I keep myself there inside of her, my arms wound around her tight, our bodies entangled so deeply I know that we will never truly pull ourselves apart. And, as I kiss her neck again, I whisper into her ear, the tenderness overwhelming me.
“I love you...”
“I love you too,” she breathes back at once, like the words have already become well-practiced inside her head. I turn to kiss her, and our tongues come together, speech giving way to sensation as we bring out lips together once more.
Because there is nothing left for us to say to each other. And I intend to spend the rest of my life proving to her just how much those mean to me.
And just how much I adore her.