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"We'll see," he says cryptically, and I like it. All night I've been on edge needing something.

Inside, he pulls me into his arms, and I never want to leave. He kisses me, and I swear I see stars. Our kiss quickly turns into more as articles of clothes go flying. When I'm finally naked, he lifts me into his strong arms and carries me to his bedroom. The bed dominates the room, but I don't have a chance to look around before his hard cock pushes against me. He takes it away and teases my opening with his tongue.

He makes me come on his tongue and thick fingers twice before he finally slides into me. Over and over, he thrusts in and out of me. Grunts, groans, gasps, and moans fill the room, along with the sounds of our bodies coming together.

My chest constricts as I come again and again. When he finally fills me with his come, I'm pretty sure I'm in love. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

Can you fall in love with a man because he fucks me so good I can't think straight?

Chapter Three

Anatoli

One Week Later

Hours I have been sitting here in the dark staring at her beautiful young face as she sleeps. One would think I would be slumbering deep like my girl after our marathon fuckfest a few hours ago, but alas, my mind is busy. Over the past week, I have filled her in on everything in my life, including what led up to this moment. I told her about my job, my family, every little nuisance I could think of so she would feel closer to me and know that I am giving my all to her. I expected the same in return, but no. Unlike me, she has revealed very little about herself, instead choosing to deflect anytime I ask her something. I respect her privacy, if you will, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it's upsetting. I am trying to be patient and understanding, knowing she is going to be my wife, but patience is not exactly my strong suit. One way or another, I am going to learn all she holds close and destroy everything she is running from.

I trace my finger down her spine, watching as goosebumps appear, trailing the path of my finger. My dick grows as her body responds to me even though she is not yet awake. Like the asshole I am, I don’t stop because she needs her sleep. No. My mouth follows my finger as well, my tongue also wanting a taste, and then she moans my name. “???. Lion,” she moans as she rolls over onto her back. I growl at her nickname for me, loving the way it washes over me and makes me feel fierce.

“?????????.” She spreads her legs when I call her princess. I have discovered my little kitten has an affinity for the nickname. “You open your legs when I am at the heart of you. Does that mean you want my mouth, baby?” My eyes meet her hooded ones; the blush spreading over her body is so fucking sexy. We have fucked in every position you can think of, but still, she blushes when I mention her honey pot and my mouth. When her hips lift off the bed, I know the answer, but I want… no fuck that. I need to hear her say it. “????? ???, ???????. Say it, kitten.”

“?? ????????. Yes, Anatoli,” she says, her pussy leaking and shiny.

“Good girl.” Like always, the first taste is like a shot of espresso. The minute her honey hits my mouth, I am ravenous. My tongue takes no guidance from me, manners forgotten. Her pussy is my buffet. I take long, languorous licks, moaning and culling in the back of my throat as her stickiness slides down it. My ears ring with her exaltation of my name over and over, her fingers raking against my head as I worship her like a princess deserves. Like my princess deserves.

“Please, my king. Oh, God. I can’t...I need...” Her distress is my kryptonite. I never want to hear my love beg for anything. My sole purpose is to anticipate and deliver. Kissing her thighs once more, I take a second to kiss her stomach like I have done every night since the first night, silently praying for my child to be forming in there. Face to face with her; I see her desire has reached desperation as her eyes dilate and glow. She looks feral. Uninhibited.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” I suck her nipples into my mouth, smiling as she thrashes and screams at me for teasing her. Over and over, I rub my cock against her clit, giving her enough pressure to drive her mad, but not enough to satisfy. “Say it, Nik. Tell your man what you need.”


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