30. Mira #2
His mouth is everywhere, hard and hungry, his stubble scraping my skin as he drags kisses down my throat.
My fingers fumble at his belt, tugging it open while he tears at my shirt.
The buttons scatter across the floor, pinging away into the shadows, but neither of us stops. He doesn't even lock the door.
His hands close over my breasts through the thin lace of my bra, squeezing rough, then yanking the cups down so his mouth can close around one aching nipple. I cry out, clutching his head to me, my legs tangled around his hips.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin. His voice is raw, wrecked from everything that came before this moment. “You’re mine, lyubimaya . No one touches you. No one takes you. Not ever.”
“Yes,” I gasp, yanking at his jeans, desperate to get him inside me. “Yours. Only yours.”
We crash onto the bed, its frame groaning under us.
He drags my shorts and panties down in one motion, baring me to the cool loft air.
His cock is already hard and heavy in his fist, freed from the denim.
I don’t even have time to brace before he drives into me in one rough stroke, forcing a strangled cry from my throat.
My body takes him, clenching tight around every thick inch.
He buries his face against my neck, breath harsh, hips pounding. “Almost lost you. Thought I’d never get this again.” His teeth scrape my skin as he thrusts harder, pinning me down with every savage push. “I love you, Mira. You hear me? I fucking love you.”
The words shatter me and I arch beneath him, meeting every thrust, needing him deeper, harder. “Say it again,” I beg, nails raking his back, desperate for the truth I’ve wanted to hear.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so his mouth claims mine.
Between bruising kisses, he growls it again.
“I love you. God, I love you.” Each declaration slams into me as fiercely as his body does, his cock hitting deep, sending shocks of pleasure rolling through me until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but cling to him and let the force of him unravel me completely.
My cries echo off the rafters, mingling with the creak of the cot beneath us.
He pounds into me, sweat dripping from his temple onto my skin.
Every thrust is a punishment and a promise all at once.
His hand slides from my hair to my throat, his thumb resting just under my jaw while he stares down at me with eyes gone black with hunger.
“No one will ever take you from me,” he rasps, his voice wrecked. “Not after today."
I moan so loudly it borders on a sob. “Renat…” My legs clamp tighter around his hips, forcing him deeper. The pressure builds, each stroke dragging me closer to the edge.
He lowers his mouth to my ear, words a filthy growl. “Come for me, lyubimaya . Let me feel what’s mine. Let me feel you give me everything.”
The command rips through me. My body clenches violently around him, wave after wave tearing me apart. I scream his name, clutching at him, my nails digging furrows into his shoulders. The orgasm shakes me, and pleasure shoots through every nerve.
Renat snarls a feral sound as my body milks him.
His thrusts turn brutal, hips slamming against me with reckless force.
“That’s it. Hold on to me. Take it all.” He kisses me again, messy and raw, teeth biting my bottom lip until I taste blood, and I welcome the sting because it’s him—because it’s real.
The loft sways in my vision, stars exploding behind my eyes. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow. He’s chasing his own breaking point, and he wants to take me there with him.
“Say it,” I gasp, clutching his face between my palms. “Say it again.”
His hips stutter, his cock driving so deep it feels like he’s splitting me open. “I love you,” he growls, teeth bared. “I love you so fucking much.”
The words hit me as his final thrusts tear another climax from my body, smaller but sharp, and then I feel him spill inside me—hot, thick pulses that fill me until I can’t hold back another scream.
He holds me down while he empties himself, forehead pressed to mine, both of us trembling from the violence of release.
Afterward, we lie together on his narrow cot, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. The morning has warmed to afternoon, and somewhere in the distance I can hear the nicker of tired horses. The day feels like a dream, but the past month has seemed a nightmare.
"I need to tell you something," I say against his skin.
"What?"
"Your capacity for violence terrifies me." The words come out in a rush. "The way you fought those men, the way you were ready to kill for me—it scares me more than I can explain."
His chest rises and falls beneath my cheek. "It should. I've done terrible things, Mira. Things that would make you run if you knew the details."
"But I love you anyway." The confession escapes my lips before I can stop it. "I love you and I don't want you to leave."
For a long moment, he doesn't respond. Then his arms tighten around me.
"I love you too." His voice is rough with emotion. "And I won't live without you."
"How? How do we make this work? You can't go back to your family. I can't leave the ranch. Everything about this is impossible."
"I don't know how. But I'll work it out." His hand strokes through my hair. "We'll work it out. Together."
"Together," I repeat, and I believe the future might hold something besides struggle and loss.
It might hold happiness. It might hold love. It might hold everything we're brave enough to reach for.
Together.