Chapter 15 #2
Alexi peels the shirt off her shoulders and grabs her hand, tugging her into the warm shower with him. He pulls her against his chest and steps them under the spray of double showerheads.
When she relaxes against him, clearly enjoying the warm water cascading down her back, he continues, “I don’t have the patience or the time to deal with redecorating the rest of the house.
But I also can’t stand it. It reminds me too much of my childhood and how much I hated my father.
So you can deal with the interior designer, and do it for me. ”
Ulayna pushes out of his arms. The shower is big enough that she’s able to step away, out of arm’s reach. She tips her head back, wetting her hair and buying a few seconds so she can think.
Finally, she shakes her head at him. “No. Alexi, that wouldn't be right. Redecorating the house is something your wife would do.”
He quirks an eyebrow at her. “Is that a proposal? If so, then I accept. We can get married next month.”
Her mouth pops open in disbelief, and he can’t help but chuckle at her incredulous expression.
“No. I mean… No! I didn’t… Don’t be ridiculous.” Flustered, she spins away from him. She grabs a bottle of shampoo off the shelf, but he snatches it out of her hands.
“That’s okay, my Ptichka,” he says, stepping up behind her. “I said we could take all the time you need. But whenever you’re ready to propose, just know that I’ll say yes.”
She glares at him over her shoulder. “Yesterday, you didn’t even want to touch me, now suddenly you want to marry me?”
He shrugs like this conversation isn’t rewriting her entire worldview and says, “My very DNA seems to have realigned itself with you at my center. I’m done holding myself back. I meant it when I said you’re mine.”
“And you expect me to propose to you?”
For some reason, Alexi finds the mullish glint in her eyes adorable. He gently nudges her head forward as he works the shampoo into her hair. The fight instantly drains out of her, and she goes pliant under his ministrations.
She moans, deep and low, and tips her head back into his hands. Alexi’s cock twitches against her ass, but they both ignore it. For now.
“You are mine,” Alexi repeats in a soft but commanding voice.
“You don’t own me,” Ulayna insists. She might be relaxed in his arms, but she’s still the same fierce woman who has wormed her way so far into his heart and soul that he knows he has no hope of ever walking away from her.
Alexi spins her to face him and tips her head back to wash the soap from her hair.
“That’s right, Ptichka. No one will ever own you again.
You bow to no one. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.
” He kisses one corner of her mouth. “Mine to protect.” He kisses the other corner.
“And mine to worship.” Finally, he claims her mouth.
She doesn’t melt for him. She doesn’t submit.
No, she meets him kiss for kiss, taking everything he gives her and demanding more still.
And he loves that about her. She’s not some weak-willed woman or some damsel in distress who will sit around and wait for him to take care of her. She’s proven that.
Over the past six months, she’s honed her skills until she’s become like a Damascus blade—beautiful and captivating, but elegantly dangerous with an inner core of strength that knows no bounds.
And despite his initial misgivings, he’s realized that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
This is who she was always meant to become, and he feels privileged to have helped her become this fierce, demanding woman.
“You bow to no one,” he repeats, and she shudders against him. “Not even me.”
She reaches for him, but he spins her away.
“Hands on the wall,” he grits out as he grabs her hips and pulls them back and up.
She does as he commands, but sends him a heated look over her shoulder as if daring him to do his worst. A feral grin splits his lips, and he lifts her hips, forcing her to her tiptoes.
Without preamble, he sheathes himself inside her.
Her back arches, and she cries out, screaming his name. “Alexi!”
“This pretty little cunt was made for me,” Alexi groans as he pulls out and slides back in.
Her head drops between her outstretched hands as his pace increases. With brutal efficiency, he pistons his hips, slamming into her.
Over and over, he hits that incredible spot deep inside her. That spot that makes her come undone. That spot that makes her see stars and forget who she is. That spot that makes her want to beg for more, more, more.
Her orgasm crashes over her with a suddenness that steals her breath.
And still, Alexi continues to hammer into her, his pace unrelenting. Amazingly, she can feel herself start to build again. The pressure is like waves of pleasure washing over her. It’s too much; it’s not nearly enough.
“Give me one more,” Alexi demands as he pinches her nipple. The shock sends her over the edge again, careening into a second orgasm.
Behind her, Alexi roars, finding his own release as her inner walls clamp down around him.
He pulls her up against him so they’re plastered skin to skin and wraps his arms around her. He presses himself once more into her pussy, now slick from their combined release.
“Mine,” he growls as they both shudder and finally grow still.
He kisses the side of her neck, and she lets him, tipping her head to the side to give him better access.
“Mine,” he repeats fiercely.
“Yours,” she finally says. Not as a surrender, but as a challenge.
He grins and presses his mouth to hers in a languid kiss, accepting her. Because claiming a woman as fierce and independent as Ulayna can only ever be a challenge, and it’s one he’s all too happy to meet.