His pounding brought me to another orgasm, and I felt myself flood his cock, wishing I could turn around to look at his expression as I did so. His movements became frenzied, and I knew he was close.
His hands slid to my waist and he pulled me back against him, my name on his lips as he stiffened and poured inside me, my heart pounding in my ears.
My body was slick with sweat, and when Gavril rested on my back, I could feel the same sheen of sweat on his body. Good God, what had we done?
For a moment we didn’t move, my body pressed into the comforter, his cock still inside me, and I was afraid to even utter a sound, not wanting to spoil the moment. Gavril, even in his dangerous and powerful self, was healing me, and he had no idea that he was doing it.
Finally, he groaned and pulled away, leaving me to force myself onto my shaky legs. He thrust a hand through his hair, the scruff of his beard standing out more in the dim lighting.
“You must be exhausted,” he murmured.
“You too,” I answered, finding my sweater and sliding it on. “Care to try out the bed for a few hours?”
He gave me a single nod, and my heart leaped in my throat. Gavril was going to sleep with me. “Give me a second.”
I watched as he walked into the bathroom before I hurriedly located my underwear and climbed underneath the covers, sighing as I felt the softness of his mattress fold around me. I was exhausted horribly. I didn’t have any strength left in me. What were the next few days going to bring here?
What was Gavril going to say to his mother? That worried me the most. The last thing I needed was the woman hating me even more, but Gavril deserved to know what he was up against once they talked.
I was almost asleep when I felt Gavril climb into bed next to me, his weight causing me to roll his way. His arm reached out and pulled me to his side, and I sighed as I laid my head on his shoulder, not believing that we were really lying in bed together.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice rough.
I closed my eyes against the onslaught of sudden tears.
“Yes.” There were more things to worry about than me being comfortable right now.
I was more worried about the emotions tugging my heartstrings, the feeling of needing to protect him not only from the world but his own family.
“Me too,” he said softly, surprising me.
Oh God. What the heck was going on? I wasn’t going to survive this. I wasn’t going to come out with an intact heart once this was all said and done.