Chapter 22 Anna #2
His eyes never leave my face. Watching every reaction. Every gasp. Every flutter of my lashes.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes. “The way you move. The way you feel wrapped around me. Perfect.”
I lean down and kiss him again, tongues sliding together while my hips keep that lazy rhythm. His hands roam my back. Up my spine. Down again. Cupping my ass. Helping me rise and fall when my thighs start to tremble.
The pleasure builds steadily. Deep inside.
Coiling tighter with every grind. I sit up straighter, and his hands slide up.
Cup my breasts. Thumbs circling nipples.
Then his mouth follows. He leans up and takes one peak between his lips.
Tongue swirling. Soft suck. Gentle scrape of teeth.
I moan his name, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Luca…”
He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention and reverence. My rhythm falters as my hips rock harder and deeper.
He feels it. The shift. The way my walls start to flutter around him.
In one smooth motion, he rolls us. No hurry. No force. Just a natural shift. Now I’m beneath him. Legs wrapping around his waist. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him closer.
He thrusts slowly. Pulling almost all the way out. Sliding back in fully.
His mouth finds my neck. Kisses along the column. Nips softly at my collarbone. Then lower. Back to my breasts. Tongue flicking one nipple while he thrusts. The dual sensation makes me arch. Gasps turning to soft cries.
Eyes meet again. Locked. Neither of us looking away.
“You’re so good,” he whispers against my skin. “So perfect like this. Let me feel you.”
I cling tighter. Nails pressing into his shoulders. Legs tightening around him. The pace stays measured but deeper now. Harder in the best way. Every thrust hits exactly where I need.
Heat coils tighter. Tighter. My breath comes in short pants. Thighs trembling. Walls fluttering around him.
“Luca…” My voice is breathy. Almost surprised. “I’m close…god, I’m so close…”
He keeps the rhythm steady. His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. circling slowly, matching the thrust of his hips. The combination shatters me.
I come hard. Waves rolling through me. Body clenching around him in pulsing rhythm. I gasp his name over and over. Fingers digging into his back. Legs locking tight. Pleasure washing over me in endless pulses.
He groans low against my neck. Thrusts once. Twice. Deep. Then buries himself fully. Pulsing inside me. Hot. Thick. His arms wrap around me. Holding me close while we ride the aftershocks together.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathing hard. He pulls me against him. I let him. Rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow.
“The twins asked me something today,” I say after a while.
“What?”
“If you’re going to stay. If you’ll always be here or if you’ll leave.”
His hand stills on my back. “What did you tell them?”
“I didn’t know what to say. So I told them they should ask you themselves.”
“I’ll tell them yes.”
“Will you mean it?”
“Yes.”
I lift my head to look at him. “How do I know that?”
“Because I’m telling you. I’m not going anywhere. This is my family now. You. Them. All of it.”
“People say things they don’t mean.”
“I’m not people. When I commit to something, I see it through.”
“Even if it’s hard?”
“Especially if it’s hard.”
I want to believe him. Want to trust that he means what he’s saying. That this isn’t just words said in the afterglow of good sex. But trust doesn’t come easy when you’ve spent years protecting yourself.
“Anna.” He tilts my face up. “I’m not leaving. Not you. Not them. You’re stuck with me.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It’s a promise.”
I settle back against his chest. His arms come around me. Solid. Warm. Real.
Maybe I can believe him. Maybe I can let myself trust this.
Maybe.
“There’s something else,” he says after a moment.
I lift my head to look at him. “What?”
“We’ll probably have more children. Eventually.”
The statement catches me off guard. “What?”
“You heard me. This works. We work. It makes sense to have more.”
“You’re talking about having children with me like it’s a business decision.”
“Everything is a business decision. But this one I actually want.”
“You want more children.”
“Yes.”
“With me.”
“Who else would they be with?”
I stare at him. “You’re serious.”
“Always.”
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just think about it.” His hand traces patterns on my back. “Mila and Alexei need siblings. And I’m not getting any younger.”
“You’re fifty.”
“Exactly. If we’re doing this, we should do it sooner rather than later.”
“You’re insane.”
“Possibly. But I’m also right.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. Don’t know how to process the fact that he’s lying here talking about our future like it’s inevitable. Like we’re building something permanent instead of just surviving an arrangement neither of us chose.
“Think about it,” he says again.
Then he pulls me closer, and I let him because I don’t know what else to do.