CHAPTER 20
Naomi
I had to admit. Having naked Gavril run my shower water was enticing. Having Gavril do anything for me was both intriguing and filled me with emotions that I didn’t want to try and decipher right now.
After what we had just shared with one another, and the sexual experience that had left me breathless, I didn’t want this day to end.
This was the Gavril I loved, the one who had clearly stolen my heart and made me hope for a future. It could be hopeless for me to even think he would return my feelings after what he told me about Katya, but I wanted to show him that I wasn’t that bitch.
I truly cared about him, about his soul, his future, everything about him, honestly.
Gavril straightened, the taut muscles stretching and rippling as he did so. He was in top shape, his muscles cut in a way that seemed to defy any body type.
It really wasn’t fair. In a few short months, I would be as big as a house, and he would still be stupid perfect.
He turned toward me, and I blushed as I realized that I had been staring.
“What?” he asked, a hint of a cocky grin on his face.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, pushing the blanket from my body. “The water has got to be ready.”
“Admit it.” His grin grew wider. “You were peeking at my ass, weren’t you?”
I gave a little shrug, my cheeks on fire now. I really shouldn’t be blushing, but that was what he did to me. “So what if I was?”
Gavril leaned forward until there were inches between us. “I like when you admire me, Naomi.”
“That’s because it strokes your ego,” I muttered, pushing lightly at his chest. “Move. The water is getting cold.”
He laughed as he moved aside, and I let the blanket fall the rest of the way as I stood, moving to the steaming shower and stepping under the spray. The warm water instantly caused me to sigh in happiness, sliding over my body like a warm caress.
Gavril stepped in behind me and caged me between the warm tile and his hard body. “It’s time for me to stroke you, Naomi.”
Immediately I trembled at the thought and he pressed his lips to my bare shoulder, his hand sliding down my side. “The question is,” he murmured against my skin. “Where do I start?”
“Oh God,” I breathed as his hand slipped lower, cupping the globe of my ass. My hands were pressed against the tile and my legs involuntarily spread themselves, almost like I was about to be frisked.
When his hand cupped my center, I moaned, the friction of my still-stimulated body against his calloused palm nearly driving me insane. “You like that,” he growled in my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth as his finger brushed over my swollen clit. “Mine.”
I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead to the tile as Gavril’s finger circled my clit, teasing the swollen nub with the barest hint of pressure. His other hand reached around my body, pulling me flush against him and finding my heavy breast, tugging on my sensitive nipple until I squeaked at the feeling.
“I like you like this,” he said as his finger moved from my clit to my already wet opening, pushing deep inside. “So warm, so fucking wet for me. Only I can make you feel like this. Only I can bring you this pleasure.”
He wasn’t wrong. I had never felt anything remotely close to what Gavril made me feel sexually, and I doubted I ever would with anyone else.
If there was anyone else in my future.
“I want to taste you,” Gavril was saying, his hand leaving my center. He spun me around to face him and my heart stuttered in my chest as I watched him slide his finger into his mouth, tasting what arousal he had found. “Delectable,” he murmured before dropping to his knees before me, the water cascading over his muscular back. “I want more.”
I groaned as he pulled me to his mouth and his tongue found my clit, circling it just like his finger had. When he draped one leg over his shoulder, I gasped, his tongue raking down my wet slit. “God, Gavril!” I breathed, thrusting my hands in his hair.
I was rewarded with his tongue directly in my center, feasting on the wetness that he caused there. What he was doing to me, I couldn’t even explain, but I didn’t want him to stop.
Gavril’s tongue moved back to my clit and his finger replaced it, pressing deep into my core. I moaned loudly as he thrust in and out of me, coupled with the intense sensation of his tongue, and before I could stop myself, my stomach clenched and I came hard and fast.
He was relentless and by the time he pulled back, I was sobbing his name, barely feeling my own legs. “That’s my girl,” he murmured as he rose from the floor, his cock already throbbing even though we had just had sex not even an hour before.
I fully expected him to push into me, but he picked up a washcloth instead and squirted some of my bodywash on it. “What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly, my body not at all recovered from what he had done.
“I’m cleaning you,” he simply said, pressing the washcloth to my shoulder and swiping down my arm.
Biting my lip, I pulled another washcloth from the cubby and did the same, brushing it over his broad chest. It was a simple act, bathing each other.
Almost like he cared about me. Not once since we had entered that study today had he called me Sveta, and while I wanted to think that he was finally accepting me as his wife, that small measure of fear still remained.
Maybe it would always be there. Gavril was on a completely different level than I was, and I felt it every single day. I could never measure up. I could never be the Sveta he needed, nor was I cut out to be a pakhan’s wife.
But did any of that really matter? I loved him. I cared for him in ways that no one, not even Katya, had. That was what I had to offer, and it had to be enough.
I had to show Gavril that there was more to life than what he was used to.
When we finished, we took turns rinsing off under the water spray, and I grabbed us each a fluffy white towel while he shut off the water, passing it to him. Gavril pulled me close, pressing a hard kiss to my lips. “We aren’t done here,” he murmured against my lips. “But I will give you a head start.”
I squealed like a teenager as he slapped my ass and hurried to the bedroom, almost making it to the bed before he caught up with me, grabbing me around the waist. Laughing, I tried to playfully fight his hold, but he had it locked in tight, and I reveled in the closeness of his body to mine, wondering if he would object to this day never ending between us.
I liked this side of Gavril. I liked the lightness, the carefree attitude he had and how he made me feel. He wasn’t the pakhan right now. He was just a man having fun with his wife, the mother of his child. The rest of the stuff in our lives didn’t matter right now.