38. Tatiana
TATIANA
I laid naked on the bed, waiting for my husband. The stitched mark on my lower abdomen was still red, and I kept trying to adjust my body so it wouldn’t be so visible. I wanted Illias to lose his head and fuck me, not remind him of what happened.
Just as I was putting a pillow next to me, then shifted to my side, propping my leg on it like I was a seductress, the door opened. I stilled, pushing my knee slightly higher, giving him a glimpse of my ass.
It felt a bit awkward, but the moment Illias’ dark eyes landed on me, I reveled in his darkened gaze. And so did my pussy, because I felt a trickle of arousal between my legs. God, help me. The man just glimpsed me and I was ready for the final act.
Slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, he walked into the room, his gaze never wavering from my nakedness. He loosened his tie, discarding it carelessly on the plush rug. His jacket followed.
He was only a step away from me. “Take off your pants too,” I rasped. “Give a girl something to admire. I’m completely naked.”
“Maybe I’m shy,” he retorted dryly.
I smiled, shifting slightly up, and reaching for his belt. “Don’t be,” I purred, looking at him through my lashes. “I’m here to serve you and all your fantasies.”
A dark chuckle vibrated through his chest. “That’s tempting, moya luna.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead. “But you’re still recovering.”
A frustrated noise left my throat. “Illias–” I whined.
He shook his head. “Your health is more important. Think of the babies.”
“The babies want their mama to be pleased,” I groaned.
“If their Papa won’t do it, I guess I’m taking matters into my own hands.
” I blinked my eyes innocently as I slid my hand between my thighs.
I adjusted slightly to ensure he could see exactly how wet I was for him.
“You can watch,” I breathed. “I don’t mind. ”
My knees parted and the moment my finger touched my clit, a moan slipped through my lips and my hips bucked.
“Fuck.” I had no idea who said it, Illias or me, but I knew the second his control snapped. He straddled me, his mouth slamming against my lips, kissing me roughly.
“You like to torment me,” he groaned. “I swear, Tatiana, you’ll be the death of me.”
I licked his lips, my hips grinding against his shaft. “If you die, I die. So you better stay alive, Husband.”
The promises in his dark gaze had me quivering with need. Still straddling me, Illias reached for the nightstand and retrieved some silky black ropes.
“You better not have used them on anyone else,” I growled, jealousy slithering through me.
“Nobody else, outside my family, has ever been here,” he admitted, never ceasing his movements.
“I’ve thought about nobody else since I got that note asking me to pleasure you.
Since I fucked you in the gazebo.” His nose brushed against mine.
His mouth skimmed over mine, then trailed down my jaw and on my neck.
“You’ve had me since the first moment I saw you, Tatiana.
I needed you like a rose needs its thorns. I’ve been obsessed with you.”
Happiness ping-ponged off my chest. There was something so seductive about knowing this gorgeous, powerful man was obsessed with me.
I tilted my neck to the side, giving him better access to my neck. “I’m obsessed with you too,” I murmured my own admission. “I promise, I’ll be making it all up to you. For the rest of my life.”
He grabbed both my wrists with one hand, then slammed them over my head. “I’ll hold you to it, Wife.”
He used one of the black silky ropes and wrapped them around my wrist, then tied them to the bedpost. My heart trembled with excitement, my lips parting while I watched him through half-lidded eyes. It started with lust for me but it ended with love. I loved him so fucking much that it scared me.
“Illias,” I murmured softly.
His eyes locked on my face. “Yes, love?”
I smiled softly. “I don’t want you to think I love you any less because I wasn’t obsessed with you from the start.
” Reaching up, I took his mouth for a kiss.
“I love you so much that sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.” He watched me while his eyes glimmered like a dark night with stars shining in their depths.
“It scares me. But I want you to know, it’s always been you.
I was confused, maybe even childish. But your scent, your obsession, your love…
it was what I always wanted. It has been part of me, my heart and soul, from the moment you touched me. ”
Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum.
“Fuck, Tatiana. I was born for you.”
“And I was born for you,” I murmured. “Now for the love of God, please fuck me.”
“Oh, moya luna ,” he rasped, hooking his big hands under my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. “God has nothing to do with this fucking.”
He poised himself at my hot entrance and I almost whimpered with frustration as the tip of his hard shaft put pressure against me.
“More,” I begged.
He paused, his whole body rigid as he held himself back. “The moment it hurts, you tell me.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Just fucking do it,” I pleaded. “I need you.”
“Promise me,” he groaned, a grimace marring his expression. I arched my hips. “Promise me, Tatiana,” he hissed when his cock slid further inside me. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead, his muscles straining with self-control.
“I promise. Right now, you not fucking me hurts like hell,” I moaned. “I’m aching so fucking much for you.”
He pushed in, slowly. Deeper and deeper. My head thrashed, the sensation of fullness overwhelming me. His thrusts were slow and shallow, his pelvis grinding against my clit. It was different, but so perfect. Every time with Illias was perfect.
“Whose pussy is this?” he rasped against my ear, keeping my hips immobile with both his hands and all the while, he kept thrusting. Each time he hit that sweet spot and a shudder rolled through me. “Whose pussy is this?” he gritted, repeating the question I forgot to answer.
Every cell in my body trembled with the need to tumble over the cliff. I was almost there, another brush of my clit and I’d fly. I didn’t think, just answered. “Mine,” I breathed.
He stilled and I blinked in confusion, searching his gaze. “Illias,” I whimpered. “Please–”
I licked my lips, and his gaze darkened as he followed the motion.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growled, his hand reaching between our bodies. His finger rubbed my clit, in slow, lazy circles. “Tell me, Wife. Whose?”
“Yours,” I answered as I leaned upward, needing his lips. “Always yours.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, yours.”
A groan came from deep in his chest and his hands tightened on my hips. “Good. Now, I’m going to ride this pussy of mine.” He thrust. Harder this time.
“Yes, yes, yes.” My voice was too enthusiastic. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Don’t move your hips,” he grunted. Another thrust. I could feel him deep in my womb. “God, Tatiana. I can feel you clenching me. Strangling my cock.”
I rolled my hips. It was a moot point. He refused to give me an inch.
I reached for his lips and kissed him. Urgent.
Wet. His tongue thrust into my mouth. He pulled out of me, until his tip was at my entrance, only to ram deep inside me once more.
The sensation of him deep inside me, his pelvis against my clit and his mouth on me.
It was all too much after not having him for weeks.
He swallowed my next moan. Another thrust. His hands held me roughly in place. He kissed my mouth wild and rough. Sweet, hot pressure built and built.
“I love you,” he groaned against my mouth with another thrust. His body tensed, then shuddered, right as the pleasure burst through me, rattling my bones.
He trailed kisses from my mouth, over my whole face, until he buried his head into my hair, letting out a masculine groan that sent a shiver down my body.
Both of us breathed hard, holding each other. His love soaked through my skin until it became part of my DNA. He inhaled deeply and murmured soft words against my lips.
“Tatiana Nikolaev, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” His voice was hoarse, his heart beat hard in sync with mine. He lifted his head, our gazes meeting.
I stared at him in confusion as he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a little black box. Then he slid down the bed and onto his knees.
“Please be my wife because you want to be,” he said, his voice dark, full of reverence and love. “I should have done it right the first time.”
Tears stung my eyes and one rolled down my cheek.
“Yes,” I muttered, then cleared my throat, emotions stuck in my throat. “Yes, yes, yes. Always yes.” He jumped to his feet, his glorious, naked body in full view and wrapped his arms around me.
“Untie me so I can hug you back, damn it,” I croaked, blinking the happy tears away. I’d cling to him like my second skin. In one swift move, my hands were unbound and I wrapped them around his neck.
“You’re mine and I’m yours,” I whispered. “Forever.”
I had found my happily-ever-after. It’d be with him.
* * *
My brothers could be so overbearing.
It had been three weeks since Adrian held the gun to my head. Three days since I’d been released from the hospital but my brothers refused to leave. Considering their wives and children were still in the States, it was downright odd. It showed how much Adrian’s betrayal had shaken them.
Vasili kept muttering it was his fault. I assured him it wasn’t. Truthfully, if they all didn’t leave soon, I’d end up guilty of murdering them.
I sighed, looking at them all sitting around my living room in a semi-loving, semi-murderous way.
The fire in the fireplace kept crackling. Christmas was only three weeks away. Alexei leaned against the wall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his arms folded and his gaze traveling outside every so often. Sasha sat on the sofa chair, while Vasili and I sat on the couch.
My legs were folded, as I watched my family and thought about Illias.