Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Milana
The moment I step out onto the wooden deck, my breath catches.
“Oh my God, this place is beautiful.”
The private island feels like something out of a dream. Turquoise water stretching as far as the eye can see, palm trees swaying in the breeze, and the beach house perched elegantly on the shore.
It’s modern but warm, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls that open up to the ocean, wooden decks, and an infinity pool that seems to blend right into the sea.
Kirill takes my hand, leading me inside. “I thought you might like it.”
I squeeze his fingers, still in awe. “I love it. This is a pleasant surprise.”
Ever since that lunch with my family a few days ago, he’s been tight-lipped about this trip. He only said he wanted us to take some time away from the city, just the two of us. I couldn’t love the idea more.
He shows me around. The kitchen is stunning, spacious, with top-of-the-line appliances and a large island overlooking the water.
The master bedroom is my favorite. The doors open directly onto the infinity pool, so it feels like the water is part of the room. The bed is huge, draped in soft linens, and the view is breathtaking. Nothing but ocean and sky.
I hook my arms around his neck, looking up at him. “I could see myself living here.”
He studies my face, completely serious. “Do you want to? Because if you do, we’ll move down here.”
I laugh softly, knowing he isn’t joking. Over the past weeks, I’ve learned that whatever I want, Kirill will go out of his way to get it for me. If I said I wanted to move here, he would make it happen.
“So, what’s the plan?”
He slides his hands down to my waist, pulling me closer. “Well, first of all, the weather is perfect for swimming. We could take a dip in the pool. Or the beach, whichever you want. After that, we could sample some of the places in the house.”
I raise an eyebrow, grinning. “By sample, do you mean having sex on all the surfaces?”
He gives my ass a firm squeeze, eyes darkening with heat. “I like the way your mind works.”
He leans in, kissing me slowly before pulling back. “Then, we're going out to dinner later. There’s a particular seafood dish I think you’ll love.”
I smile, already excited. “I can’t wait.” I tilt my head, teasing. “But should it be in that order? Because right now, I think I’m down for sampling the surfaces before we go swimming.”
His laugh is low and rough as he lifts me up. I let out a surprised scream, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me toward the bedroom. “I couldn't agree more.”
We don’t make it far. We start on the bed, clothes coming off in a hurry, his mouth on my neck, my breasts, my stomach as I arch into him.
Then we move to the floor of the bedroom, the cool tiles against my back as he takes me hard and deep, my nails digging into his shoulders.
We barely catch our breath before we’re in the living room, me bent over the couch, then on the rug, his hands everywhere, his voice in my ear telling me how perfect I feel, how much he needs me.
By the time we reach the living room floor, I’m spent. I tap out.
When he said we were going to have dinner, I actually thought he meant a restaurant. I didn’t realize it was going to be just the two of us.
We are currently seated at a beautifully set table right on the sand, candlelight flickering softly between us as the gentle waves lap at the shore.
A violinist plays a slow, romantic melody a respectful distance away, the music blending perfectly with the sound of the ocean. The whole setup feels magical.
I look around, taking it all in. “This is beautiful. Again, you’ve outdone yourself. I thought you were taking me to a restaurant.”
He smiles, reaching across the table to take my hand. “When I said we were taking time away for ourselves on this trip, I actually meant time away. And time away from lots of people.”
I squeeze his fingers. “I’m not complaining.”
We enjoy our main meal, fresh seafood prepared perfectly, talking and laughing.
When dessert is served, I’m expecting something simple like cake. The server places a covered plate in front of me and leaves with a polite nod.
I lift the lid, and my breath catches. Written in elegant chocolate script beside a small, beautiful cake are the words: Will you marry me?
I look up, shocked, and find Kirill already down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. My hands fly to my mouth.
“Milana,” he says, voice low and steady, eyes locked on mine. “I spent most of my life thinking I didn’t need anyone. That love was a weakness I couldn’t afford. Then you came into my life and turned everything upside down.
“You made me want things I never thought I’d have, a home, a future, someone to wake up to every morning. You make me want to be better. You make me believe I can be.
“I don’t want to spend another day without you as my wife. Marry me. Let me love you, protect you, and build a life with you that’s worth every scar I carry.”
Tears blur my vision as I nod, barely able to speak. “Yes! Yes.”
He smiles as he slips the ring onto my finger, a stunning rose gold marquise cut diamond. It catches the candlelight perfectly, and I love it instantly.
He stands, pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply as the violinist plays on. He holds me tight, one hand on my waist, the other cradling the back of my head.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, pouring everything I feel into the kiss, the overwhelming love I have for this man.
When we finally pull away, I’m flustered, cheeks warm, completely forgetting we have an audience. The violinist is still playing softly in the background.
Kirill gives the man a subtle nod. The music stops, and the violinist quietly leaves us alone.
I look up at Kirill, still wrapped in his arms, my new ring catching the candlelight. “I love my ring.”
He smiles, that rare, genuine smile that makes my heart skip. “I love you.”
We kiss again, deeper this time. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He carries me back to the beach house, our lips never parting.
The moment we step inside, I pull back just enough to speak, breathless. “I think we’re not done sampling the house.”
He chuckles, low and rough. “True.”
He carries me straight to the kitchen, setting me on the large island counter. “I believe this is our next stop.”
I laugh softly, as he starts pulling my dress up and over my head in one swift motion. My bra follows, then my panties, until I’m completely naked in front of him. He strips out of his own clothes just as quickly, his eyes dark and hungry as they rake over my body.
“On the counter,” he growls. “Hands and knees.”
I climb onto the cool kitchen island, heart racing, positioning myself on all fours. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on I can barely think.
He steps behind me, hands gripping my ass, spreading me open. “I believe I’m yet to have my dessert.”
His mouth is on me before I can respond. His tongue drags from my dripping pussy all the way up to my asshole, slow and filthy, tasting every inch of me.
I moan loudly, pushing back against his face as he licks and sucks, devouring me like a starving man. He flicks his tongue over my clit, then circles my tight hole, pushing inside just enough to make me gasp.
“Oh God, Kirill—”
He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body. One thick finger slides into my pussy, pumping slowly, while his tongue continues its assault on my ass. Then another finger joins the first, stretching me, fucking me deep as he eats me like he can’t get enough.
He curls his fingers inside my pussy, hitting that perfect spot. I come hard, crying out, my whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy crash through me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, juices dripping down my thighs.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fingering me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a whimpering, oversensitive mess.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out, gathering my wetness and rubbing it over my ass. He gives my ass a firm spank, the sting making me jolt.
“Get down.”
I slide off the counter on shaky legs. He turns me around, lifting one of my legs and placing it on the stool beside us, opening me wide.
Standing between my legs, he lines up his cock and thrusts into me in one powerful stroke.
I cry out, gripping his shoulders as he fills me completely. He fucks me hard and deep, one hand on my hip, the other reaching between us to rub my clit. The angle is perfect, hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans. “This tight little pussy was made for me. Taking my cock so well.”
I moan loudly, head falling back as he pounds into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the kitchen.
He leans in, biting my neck, then my shoulder, marking me as he fucks me relentlessly.
I’m screaming, the sound raw and unrestrained in the open kitchen. He’s relentless, thrusting deep and hard, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that makes my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Taking my cock so deep like the greedy little slut you are. This pussy is mine. Only mine. Dripping all over me, begging for more.”
I moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into me. The filthy words only push me higher, making me wetter, tighter around him.
Soon he lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he carries me completely off the ground.
My arms lock around his neck, holding on as he fucks me in the air, strong arms supporting me while his cock drives up into me with every thrust.
I cry out with every deep stroke, my breasts bouncing against his chest.
“You look so good like this,” he groans against my ear. “All naked, wet, crying for my cock. Wearing nothing but my ring. My perfect little fiancée.”
The words undo me. I come again, hard, my walls clenching around him as pleasure rips through me. I scream his name, shaking in his arms as he keeps fucking me through it, drawing out every last tremor.
He doesn’t stop. “I’m going to need one more from you before we call it a night, baby.”
I shake my head, breathless. “No… I don’t think I can give any more.”
“Yes, you can,” he says, voice dark and commanding as he carries me out of the kitchen toward the bedroom, still buried deep inside me.
“And you will.”
I whimper, clinging to him as he walks, each step sending jolts of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
He places me on the bed and pulls out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching. I look up at him in surprise, chest heaving, wondering what he’s going to do to me next.
He walks over to the closet and comes back with the vibrating wand he insisted I pack. Over time, we’ve expanded our collection of toys.
He buys them now, and we always try them out together. My heart races as he turns it on, the low hum filling the room.
He climbs back between my legs, sliding his cock back inside me in one smooth thrust. I moan loudly, still so sensitive from before. Then he presses the vibrating wand firmly against my clit.
The sensation is overwhelming. The combination of his thick cock stretching me and the intense vibrations on my clit makes my whole body jerk.
I arch off the bed, trying to get away from the intensity, but he holds me down with one strong hand on my hip, keeping me in place as he fucks me deep and steady.
“Fuck—Kirill, it’s too much—” I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets.
“You can take it,” he growls, eyes locked on where we’re joined. “Look at you. So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart on my cock. This tight little pussy is gripping me so hard. You love being stuffed full while I play with your clit, don’t you?”
I’m shaking, moaning uncontrollably as the pleasure builds impossibly high. The wand buzzes relentlessly against my swollen clit while he thrusts into me, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
I can’t hold back. I come hard all over his cock, my whole body convulsing as I scream his name.
He groans, watching me with dark satisfaction. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. Such a good girl. Look at the mess you’re making. So fucking wet and perfect.”
He turns off the wand and sets it aside, still buried deep inside me. I’m trembling, oversensitive, barely able to catch my breath.
He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, showering me with praise and love as he fucks me slow and deep. “I love you. So fucking much. You’re everything to me.”
The pleasure builds differently this time, deeper, warmer, like it’s coming from my soul. I’m moaning into his mouth, legs wrapped around him, completely lost in him.
“I love you,” I gasp, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.
He kisses me again and comes right after, burying himself as deep as he can go and coming with a low groan, filling me with heat.
“I love you, Milana,” he whispers against my mouth as he empties inside me. “So much.”
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing each other in, hearts beating together. He finally releases my hands, kissing my wrists gently before pulling me into his arms.
I’ve never felt more loved. More his.