Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lily
I woke up slowly. My body was completely warm with Daniil’s body wrapped around mine, and for a second, I let my dreams and reality collide. And what a dream it had been, the first real happy one I had in what felt like forever.
In my dream, he had asked me to marry him, with the sun shining and flowers in my hair. And of course, I had said yes because I loved him. The thought made my eyes snap open.
I loved him. I, Lily Ridgeway, loved Daniil Popov. Of course, he had told me more than once in passing that he loved me, but this was the first time I was admitting to myself that I felt the same. I loved him, and I wanted desperately for the dream to be true.
And maybe one day it would be. We were so early on in our relationship that it was crazy to think he would want to get married. We barely knew each other.
Something sparkled on my finger, catching the light from a chink in the curtains.
I did a double take. Lifting myself on my elbows I stared down at the princess-cut diamond on my ring finger.
I didn’t go to bed in jewelry, in fact, I hadn’t worn any for weeks, and I sure as hell didn’t own a ring like that.
I lifted it. Letting the sunlight catch the diamond, it glimmered. It was beautiful. And it was very clearly an engagement ring.
“Daniil,” I pressed that finger to his full lips as softly as I could. “Did you?” I trailed off.
I had dreamed he had asked me to be his wife. He had said the sweetest, most romantic things I had ever heard in my dream, and now I’d woken up with a sparkling ring on my finger.
Did that mean? Had Daniil asked me to marry him? Or was this a new clause in our contract because I was carrying his child? I knew he felt responsible for the baby and me.
I pressed my lips to his, my hand slid down under the heavy blanket until I reached his boxers. Taking a deep breath, I cupped him through the thin material. And he jumped in my hand, growing thick and long and oh so hard in my palm.
My mouth watered. It had been so long since I had been touched or touched someone in return, and this might not be the best time, but I wanted to try.
And maybe this was the best way because I was in charge.
And I could stop at any time, but he was asleep, and this might not be right. I chewed on my lip.
“Lily,” he moaned my name sleepily, his hips thrusting upwards so his cock slid against my palm. I dropped my lips to his throat and kissed my way downward. listening to the sound of his hot breathing growing more and more ragged.
My lips skimmed lower, sliding over his chest. I swirled my tongue around his nipples, and he gave a grumbled groan. He liked that. He liked my lips on his skin almost as much as I loved his on mine.
Sliding down under the blankets, I kissed down, tracing each of the hard ridges of his muscles with the tip of my tongue. I didn’t stop until I had licked every inch of his tanned skin. When I got to the waistband, I paused.
I wanted to do this, but could I? Could I be intimate with him?
Yes. I wanted to. My mouth literally watered at the idea of licking him there, of taking him into my mouth and sucking him until he exploded. Daniil loved me, and I loved him back. I didn’t want what happened in the past to ruin the future we could have.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, I pushed them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and as hard as a steel rod. It bounced against his stomach, the thick leaking tip, brushing his belly button.
Closing my hand around the base, I squeezed. There was a drop of creamy precum right here on the tip. And I wanted to taste it. I flicked my tongue against it. The taste exploded in my mouth. Daniil’s hips jerked, pushing the thick leaking head against my lips like he was desperate for more.
“Lily,” he groaned, absolutely no sign of sleepiness in his voice. The blanket was ripped off my head. “Lily, stop,” he moaned again. “You don’t need to do this.”
I squeezed him at the base and flicked my eyes to meet his. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked sweetly. “I can if you want me to.”
He didn’t say a word. He just stroked his fingers through my sleep-tangled hair.
“I want to do this.” I fixed my eyes on him. And then I slowly swirled my tongue around the rim. His groan was all the encouragement I needed to wrap my lips around him and slowly slide him into the wet warmth of my mouth.
“Oh fuck, Lily.” The gentle hand in my hair became a fist, but he didn’t push my head down. Daniil seemed more than happy for me to be in charge.
I tightened my mouth around him, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking harder. He was big, but I took him in as far as I could, feeling his thick, wet head bump against the back of my throat.
“You don’t—” he began to say, but moaned my name instead. “Lily, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I smiled around him. I wasn’t going to stop.
I loved seeing him like this, like I was the one bringing him to his knees.
It was a power like I had never felt before.
My hand slid between his muscled thighs, and I cupped his heavy balls.
It made me wonder how long it had been since he’d had any sort of relief.
Too long, probably. But that changed now. It didn’t matter if this was just an arrangement or something more. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to make him happy for as long as he would have me.
“Can I?” he asked, his hand hovering in the air before me. Smiling, I nodded. He wanted to touch me. And I wanted that too.
Coming off of him with a wet pop, I straightened for just long enough to pop the buttons open of my PJ top.
I didn’t shrug it off, but left it hanging on either side of my breasts.
My bottoms went next, and then I took him back into my mouth.
Harder this time. Slamming my head down to meet the small thrusts upwards, he had begun to make.
He filled my mouth, swelling until my lips felt like they were stretching.
The salty goodness of his precum filled my mouth, and I wanted more. I was greedy for it all. He cupped my breasts, which felt heavy in his hand. At the same time, I pressed a finger to my clit and circled.
“Oh fuck, yes.” Lifting his head, Daniil watched me suck him deep and hard and pleasure myself with my other hand. “I love watching you fuck yourself with my ring on your finger.”
For ten more seconds, he allowed me to do what I wanted, but I knew the second his control snapped. His thumb brushed my hard nipple, and then he was tugging on it, squeezing so the blood stopped, only to let it go.
I came off his hard cock with a wet pop, and moaned his name. Wetness coated my thighs. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to lose control and spill all that salty seed inside of my mouth, but my pussy was aching to be filled.
Climbing up his body, I straddled him. “Do you want me?”
I asked, but I was already reaching between our bodies. Lining him up with my wet opening.
“Always,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew the control it was taking not to thrust upwards and fill me completely. “But only if—”
Placing the hand with the ring on it over his heart, I lowered myself onto him an inch. God, I loved the way his eyes rolled back, showing only white for a second. That’s what I did to this really powerful man. I made him lose control.
“You put a ring on my finger.” it was my turn to moan as I slid down another inch. The feeling of him stretching me was almost too much to handle. It felt so good.
“Yes.” Both hands came up to cup my breast, lifting and kneading them,and his thumbs playing over my nipples.
“Is this a new part of our agreement?”
The hands on my body stilled. “What? Look at me, Lily.”
My eyes snapped open. There was a note of anger on his face now, and not just lust.
“This isn’t an arrangement,” he said with his cock barely inside of me. “It hasn’t been for a long, long time. I love you.”
“Oh.” It was getting harder and harder not to slam myself down on him. My pussy was begging to be filled.
“I love you, and I want you to be my wife.” Daniil’s hands closed around my hips.
I speared myself on him. Fully and completely. My whole body zinged alive as he finally seated himself inside of me. There was no fear and no haunting memories as I began to move. There was just him and me in our little bubble of happiness.
Daniil loved me. He wanted to marry me. It kind of made everything I had been through worthwhile. Rolling my hips, I whimpered. I wasn’t going to last long. And neither was he, if his face was anything to go by.
“You’re so beautiful.” One hand reached for the top still draped over my shoulders. He pushed it down, leaving me completely naked. The other reached between my legs, his fingers circling my clit in tight circles that had me jerking.
If he continued to do that, I wasn’t going to last at all. I could already feel the walls of my pussy begin to pulse and clench.
“Cum for me, Lily,” he pinched it, “because I’m going to.”
It was the order that did it for me. Screaming his name, I slammed down onto him over and over again. Pleasure rocked through me. Stars, no galaxies, exploded in my eyes.
Daniil surged up, wrapping his arms around me and thrusting upwards into my quivering pussy. He held me there, right against his body, until he found his own release. His cock throbbed, swelling more, and I came again. This time with him.
Exhausted, sweat dripping into my eyes, I let my head fall onto his shoulder. “I love you, too,” I whispered against his sleek skin.
“Good.”
I didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. I could hear it in his voice.
He fell backwards, taking me with him, his cock still pulsing inside my aching pussy. He wrapped his arms around me.
“So,” I said quietly because suddenly I was sleepy again. Good sex would do that to a girl, and all sex with Daniil was mind-numbingly good. “Is that how you want me to wake you up every morning when we are married?”
He chuckled, and his chest vibrated. “I wouldn’t say no, but I’d like to return the favor. I’m pretty sure a wife who wakes up to her pussy being kicked into submission would be a happy wife.” He paused suddenly. Almost as if he had just realized what I had said. “Wait, does this mean?”
I placed a kiss over his thundering heart. “It means I say, yes. The answer is yes, Daniil. I’ll be your wife.”