“I love you,milaya. So, so much,” he whispers without breaking our eye contact. “I think I fell in love with you that first time we met. You were so badass, in that black emo outfit and nose ring, standing in front of me so composed and oh so angry.”
My breathing is still faster than normal, and my hand is still trembling, and I feel this need to run away, but I grind my teeth and focus on Roman’s voice.
“You bewitched me, my little flower. That night, at the party where we supposedly met, I wanted to kiss you the moment you told me you are not a poodle.”
I place my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. My labored breathing slows a little bit.
“Do you believe in love at first sight,malysh?” he says and his head lowers a few inches. “I always thought it utter nonsense. I was wrong,milaya. So wrong.”
His head dips even lower until his nose is almost touching mine, those devious eyes staring into my own.
“I love you so much, I would burn the fucking world for you.” Our lips almost touch. “You created a monster, Nina, because there is nothing I wouldn’t do. You only need to ask.”
My hands almost stop shaking, and my breathing is settling back to normal. Slowly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer those last few inches, until his mouth finally touches mine.
“Please, don’t burn anything today, baby,” I say into his lips.
I feel his mouth widen and see the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’ll think about it,” he whispers and kisses me.
There is a slight weight, pressing on my chest. Roman is still supporting himself on his elbows but his front is plastered to mine. I have a moment of panic when I register his body’s position, but then my brain focuses on his lips, and my muscles relax. God, this man can kiss.
“More, baby,” I mumble into his lips, and he lets a bit more of his weight on me.
“Good?”
Not just good. Perfect. And now the hardest part. “Hand on my neck, Roman.”
“Nina.”
“Please.”
His right hand slowly moves over my chest, then higher, until his palm reaches my neck. My breath catches. My hands go still on his shoulders and I shut my eyes.
“It’s just me,milaya.” I hear his voice whispering in my ear as his fingers caress the skin on my neck. “I will never do you harm. I would rather chop off my own hand. Please come back to me. You know what a wreck I am without you,malysh.”
A tear escapes when I open my eyes and look at him—my big bad husband, who is watching me with concern.
“I love you so fucking much, it’s unhealthy,” I say, then slam my mouth onto his and wrap my legs around his waist.
Roman enters me slowly, he is still afraid that I might flip out, but I know I won’t. I was never afraid that he would hurt me, and it looks like my fucked up brain finally got the memo. I move my lips to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me senseless, Roman,” I utter. “And if I can walk afterwards, you will face consequences.”
He growls, slowly slides out of me, then buries himself again, making me moan. I never thought I would enjoy the feel of a huge male body weighing me down so much. Roman’s hand trails over my breast and stomach until he reaches the place where our bodies are joined. Pressing my clit, his masterful fingers circle, tease. I grab onto his shoulders, panting, as he continues to destroy my pussy and me, sliding in and out as my heartbeat skyrockets.
“Harder,” I choke out and arch my back.
Roman’s hand leaves my pussy and travels down my thigh, then wrapping his fingers around my knee, he pulls my leg up and over his shoulder. When he thrusts into me again, I gasp. The sensation of his cock fills me so completely it scrambles my brain. He bends his head to place a kiss on my lips, then pounds into me so hard I have to use the headboard to brace myself. The bed under me rocks to the tempo of his thrusts, and a whimper leaves my lips. My muscles spasm, but he keeps pushing my body harder and harder until I come with a scream.
I love when she plays with my hair. Of course, I would never admit it. It’s not something that would be consideredpakhan-ish, as Nina likes to say.
“I think I’ll have to reschedule the fitting,” she says and continues running her fingers through my hair. “We are three hours late, and I’m sure they are fully booked up. There is no way they’ll be able to squeeze me in.”
“Of course, they will.” I crack one eyelid open and look at her. “No one says no to my wife.”
“Well, technically, I’m not your wife, yet. Or should I say anymore-yet?” Her hand stills and I growl with displeasure. “I guess we are between marriages. This situation is bizarre.”
“We will correct it soon enough.” I shrug and close my eyes again.