I lean down close so my mouth is next to her ear. “The answer is yes, Tabitha. I will give you that cherry-red ass you’re begging for, and I will take you beyond anything your heart desires. The only answer I will ever give you is yes.”
I rest my forehead on her shoulder and thrust hard, feeling her legs tremble. Her moans are turning into pleas, and she’s right on the edge of cumming.
“Tell me you love me when you cum. Let me hear you say it for the first time when my cock is buried deep inside you. I love you, Tabitha, so don’t you dare deny me.”
“Vlad!” she shouts into the room as her pussy pulses around me. “I love you!”
The sound is sweeter than anything I’ve ever heard, and I nearly collapse on top of her as I go over the edge with her.
“I love you. I love you,” she whispers over and over as her orgasm runs through her body in waves of pleasure.
I nearly black out at the intensity of the moment, knowing that nothing will ever take her away, knowing that she’s the love of my life and will soon be the mother of our babies.
Somehow I drag both of us up the bed without pulling out of her. I spoon around her and possessively throw my body over hers, pinning her down.
“I’m not going to disappear in your sleep,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“You’re definitely not now,” I say, kissing her neck. “Sleep, sweet princess. I’ve got plans to make love to you all night, and you’re going to need your rest.”
“I love you, Vlad,” she whispers again, and it’s just as sweet as the first time she said it.
“I love you, too, Tabitha.”
Chapter Seven
Tabitha
I watch Vlad take a bite as I study his scruffy unshaven face. We’ve been locked up in his home for almost a week, having only left a few times when we needed to - when I went to see my sister, and when he had a meeting to clear his work schedule so he can stay with me while I settle into living with him. I think he might actually be taking this caveman act a little too far. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m still enjoying the lingering sensations that his facial hair left on my inner thighs this morning.
He smiles and swallows the food without really chewing it, making appreciative sounds. I narrow my eyes at him, and he smiles at me. I know he’s faking it. I pick up the plate of muffins and toss them into the trash before putting the plate into the sink.
I feel him come up behind me, and he slides his hands around my hips and turns me around. He lifts me, setting me on the counter then sliding between my legs. “I ate every bite,” he says, and I glance over at his empty plate.
“Well, I hope you don’t die because I kinda like having you around,” I say, half-pouting, half-teasing, and it makes him laugh. God, I’m the worst cook, and it’s driving me absolutely nuts. How am I supposed to feed a family if I can’t even cook?
“I’ll eat anything you make.” He tries to get me to not be upset, but it’s hard. I’ve been cooking all week and it seems to be one failure after another.
“I want you to actually like it, though.”
“I love it because you made it, I love it because I get to sit at the kitchen bar and watch you move around making me something to eat. I’ll love it more when you’re barefoot and round with our baby while doing it.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, the disappointment in my culinary skills fading fast.
“I love you,” I tell him before I pull him down to kiss me. His mouth meets mine, and I only kiss him for a moment before pulling away. “Oh my God, I can still taste that muffin and it’s terrible. How did you eat the whole thing?”
He shrugs like it was no big deal, and I can’t help but laugh. God, I love him.
He would do anything to make me happy.
“I’m going to bring some wood in for the fire.” He pulls me off the counter and gives my ass a firm squeeze. “Why don’t you get your book and lie on the sofa and wait for me.”
“Mmky,” I say blissfully, knowing what’s coming. I may have only been staying with Vlad for a week, but we already have a routine. In the late afternoons, I lie on the sofa in front of the fire while he brings his laptop out to work. I switch from reading to taking little catnaps. During one nap I know I’ll wake up with his mouth between my legs.
It’s my favorite part of the day. Okay, maybe second, because the first is lying in bed with him at night. I had no idea life could be this sweet, and I’m soaking it up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I haven’t heard from my mother since the wedding, and I know she knows something is up. She watched me all night at the wedding, and Vlad did not do his best at hiding that he wanted me, even though he thinks he did an okay job and held himself back. I’m not sure he knows what holding back really is.
I watch him leave, then I go to our bedroom to get my book. Making my way down the hall, I go straight for our room. Our bedroom is the only one on this floor. Five other bedroom are upstairs. It almost feels like this home was plucked right out of my dreams. Vlad had it built years ago, and it sits right outside the castle, not even a mile away. But there’s a small road that only we can use to get to Alena and Roman. I like that it’s easy to see my sister.
He told me he never thought about why he built a house so big with no plans of ever marrying or having children. But after our first night here, he told me he must have known deep down I was coming. He’d built it for me. I might have cried all over him. He was right. He would always give me what I want. He was doing it before he even knew what it was. What I love most about the house is that while it’s big, it also all feels cozy and intimate. It’s warm and feels like a home.