Epilogue - Valery
“I’m so lucky,” I say, watching Jaroslav button his shirt over his perfect, chiseled abdomen.
“Is that so?” he muses, looking up at me with curiosity. “And what makes you so lucky, little raven?”
It’s been four months since they released him from the hospital.
The first month was busy with physiotherapy, resting, and healing, and I could see all the pain he was pushing through.
He never complained. He never stopped smiling.
And every day, even through his own discomfort and challenges, while I was trying to be there for him, he was the one who was supporting me and filling me with love through his adoration.
My belly has swollen into a cute little bump. My pregnancy has been a breeze. The morning sickness disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and every day my body glows brighter.
Standing up from the vanity where I’ve just finished touching gloss against my lips, I walk over to my hand and slip my hands beneath his shirt.
He shudders, wincing away from my cold fingers. “Dammit, woman, you get me every time.” I giggle as he pulls me into his arms and grabs my wrists to lock them behind my back so I can’t warm my fingers on his body.
“Don’t be so selfish with your heat, Jaroslav,” I grin, biting my bottom lip.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re so lucky, then we can discuss the sharing of my heat.” He is always playful, always taking care of me, filling every day with love and joy.
“Alright. I’ll tell you,” I tilt my head to the side and study his gorgeous face.
The sharp angles of his jaw and the dark shadow of stubble across his skin.
“I was sitting at the mirror there and watching you in the reflection, and I thought to myself. Damn, my husband is the sexiest man on the planet. And then I got all hot and bothered and my hormones got all out of control again…” I can’t hold back my laughter as he raises one brow at me, giving me a squinted look.
“You’re lucky because I’m hot? Is that all I am to you? A piece of meat? A servant of your needs?” he huffs, feigning horror. “And here I thought we had something special, a deep connection.”
He releases my hands, and I quickly slip them back beneath his shirt, making him wince again. But he’s smiling as he wraps his arms around my back.
“I didn’t know you wanted more than that?” I say seriously. “I thought you were happy to satisfy my ravenous needs at all times.”
“Ravenous?” he snorts. “That’s an understatement since you got pregnant.” He cups my ass and lets his fingers slip lower, brushing over my pussy, sending a fire of need, flaring like lightning through me.
“Can’t you keep up?” I ask, already breathless with desire.
“Oh, I can keep up, darling,” he growls as his fingers push harder against my swelling desire. His cock throbs against me, and I reach up to pull his lips onto mine.
He laughs against my lips. “We’ll be late, little raven. That’s why I spread your legs and had my way with you only thirty minutes ago. I thought it would hold you over until we got home from tonight’s dinner.”
“I want more,” I breathe against his lips, digging my nails into his skin.
As he steps away from me, his cock bulging against his pants, his eyes are flared with mischief. “I propose a challenge.”
“Oh, this should be good,” I muse.
“The first one to give in loses.”
“Accepted. But we both know it will be you.”
“It’s not really fair that you’re wearing that dress. You should change to make things even.”
“Nope,” I grin, turning my back on him and slowly bending over, as far as I can with my pregnant belly, to wiggle my ass in his direction.
“Dammit, girl, you aren’t playing fair,” he growls.
I stand up and glance at him over my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go. We wouldn’t want to be late.”
My body is screaming with need for him, but a challenge is a challenge, and I plan to win this one. So far, I haven’t won any of them, and he’s starting to get a big ego about it. I gale as I walk away, already knowing I won’t last long trying to resist him.
***
Dinner at Timofey’s place. We’re surrounded by family and extended family as we all sit around the table, laughing, the dining room filled with warmth and love.
My brothers have been getting on well with the Shevchenko family, and it fills me with joy to finally have us all together.
“Can you pass the potatoes, please?” Jaroslav asks Diomid, while beneath the table, I slide my hand over the inside of his thigh, slowly teasing my touch upward toward his already hard cock.
He clears his throat, his voice rising an octave when he says, “Thanks,” and takes the bowl of roast potatoes from Diomid.
“Are you getting the flu?” Diomid asks, frowning, you’re voice sounds funny.”
I secretly brush my fingers over his cock, the lightest touch, hidden from everyone around us.
“I’m perfectly fine. Just need…a sip of water,” Jaroslav stammers, then shoots me a glare of warning. I smile sweetly and innocently and lift my hand above the table to pick up my knife and fork. Jaroslav breathes and amusing sigh of relief.
“Has anyone heard any news about the Popovs?” Oleg asks, cutting into his steak.
“Nothing. They’ve gone silent, withdrawing and probably in hiding,” Matvei answers.
Georgy chuckles. “We won’t hear from them for a while. I think we made it clear enough that they aren’t welcome here.”
“You shouldn’t underestimate them. Their pride is wounded. They’ll want vengeance,” Zakhar says thoughtfully.
“They can try. We’ll be ready,” Jaroslav joins the conversation, his voice back to normal with my hands away from his lap.
After dinner, I stand to gather the plates, and Talia joins me while the men discuss business. I drop the dishes in the kitchen and head back to the dining room to gather more, but Jaroslav stands in my path, his eyes dark with feverish lust.
“Little raven,” he whispers my name with an edge of danger.
“Jaroslav,” I grin. “Can I help you with something…?”
He lifts me in his arms and carries me, laughing, into the library at the far end of the mansion.
“Yes, you can help me with something,” he growls as he sets me down and closes the door behind us.
I bite my lip when he turns to lock it, then walks with stealth steps toward me.
I step backward, playing hard to get, making sure he knows that this time, he is the one who failed the challenge. For a change.
Jaroslav grabs me and pulls me toward him with an urgency that takes me by surprise. His cock is already hard against his pants as his lips crash into mine, and he pushes my back against a library shelf.
“You tease too much, little raven. You’re playing with fire,” he warns me.
“Are you that fire?” I gasp as his hand runs down my side and slips beneath the edge of my dress.
“I am,” he growls, pulling my dress up over my hips. His mouth drops open when he realizes. “You aren’t wearing panties,” he says in shock, his eyes growing darker. “You really were determined to win this round.”
He cups his hands around my ass and lifts me. Turning, he sets me down on a high shelf and grabs my thighs, pushing them apart.
I cry out, then slam my hand over my mouth to silence myself, as the heat of his tongue slides between my legs, licking at my arousal, teasing me as he writes poetry against my most sensitive places.
I lift my legs, bending my knees and resting my heels against the shelf too, so that I can spread myself wider for him.
He wraps his hands around the inside of my thighs and pulls my pussy lips apart with his fingers, spreading me to the heat of his mouth.
Already, my body is shaking as the relief of his touch eases away the intensity of my desperation for him. I was close to giving in. I was closing to losing our challenge.
He pushes his tongue deep inside my pussy, and I groan again, careful to keep my voice down, very aware that we aren’t in our own home.
Jaroslav licks me and fucks me with his tongue until my pussy is throbbing and pulsing. He slips his fingers inside me too, and it’s more than I can bear.
My pleasure explodes onto his tongue, and he groans, feeling my muscles tighten around his fingers as he tongue plays over my clit.
When I take in a sharp breath, he stands, looking down at me.
He grabs my face and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
His pants are open, his cock is free, and he slams into me where I’m perched on the edge of the shelf.
His cock fills me up, spreading me wider than ever as he pushes deep, deep inside me.
I moan against his mouth and feel him grow harder inside me. He loves it when I gasp and let my pleasure slip from my lips. He loves hearing me, lost in him, letting go of my control.
I know this because he tells me.
He whispers beautiful things in my ear as he pushes himself into me.
He threads his hands around my hips and drags me over the edge of the shelf, holding me midair as he begins to fuck me harder.
I am at his mercy. The mercy of his monstrous cock as he moves me and uses my body like a toy, like my only purpose is to bring him release.
“Your fucking pussy is too perfect, little raven. I’m already close,” he growls, his lips curling back as he fights against the overwhelming pleasure. “Just tasting you almost made me explode in my pants. I can’t ever get enough of you.”
He hesitates, slowing slightly.
“Don’t slow down, I’m also close,” I gasp, digging my nails into his arm.
He lifts me and drops me down hard onto his cock as he thrusts forward.
He does it again, and again, faster and faster until I can barely breathe.
His cock is rigid inside me, and my pussy is pulsing over him, the honey of my desire slick between us as he fucks me, giving me everything I so deeply crave.
My body spasms, my muscles convulsing, and my pussy locking onto him.
The orgasm tightens me around his cock, and it’s enough to send him over the edge he was already so close to.
He snarls as he thrusts into me one more time, exploding deep inside me, his hot come spilling into me. “I love you, Valery,” he growls against my ear. “You are my universe, my everything.”
“I love you more than life itself,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
When it’s over, I giggle and my cheeks flush pink as he slips his cock out of me.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” I whisper, realizing I stopped trying to stay quiet when the pleasure becomes too intense.
He grins and nods. “Most likely, you weren’t exactly quiet this time.”
“No, don’t say that. I can’t go out and face them if they heard us,” I gasp in horror.
He chuckles and lifts me off the shelf, standing me in front of him with his arms wrapped around me like a safety net. He gently pulls my dress down and straightens my hair with a loving touch.
“Then, let’s sneak out without them knowing and go home. I already want to claim you again,” he suggests with mischief in his beautiful hazel eyes.
I grin, my heart saturated with his love. He knows me inside and out. We are together through everything, always, and I know he is mine forever.
“Ok, let’s sneak out, but I was thinking maybe we could stop on that hill that overlooks the city and do mischievous things in the front seat of your car.”
He growls and grabs my jaw, pulling my lips onto his, kissing me fiercely.
“We’re leaving right now,” he commands, taking my hand and leading me out of the library.
*****
THE END