Her words are my undoing. I unfasten my belt and let my pants and boxers hit the floor with a thud before climbing atop the mattress, clawing my way toward her. I cover her lips with mine, hungrily devouring her.
She moans and wraps her legs around me, her fingernails scraping at my back like she can't get enough.
I have half a mind to reach between us and rip her panties right off. But instead, I kiss a path down her body, slow and teasingly, before I reach her panties. She's wet and restless, unable to hold still while I grab the silk with my teeth and drag the material down her legs.
"That was hot," Lucy gasps, and her fingers stroke her curls.
"Mine," I growl and push her fingers away, shoving them against the mattress while drawing my tongue along her wetness and teasing her clit. She's restless and antsy, moaning and shifting aimlessly, waiting for release.
I don't give it to her yet. Her bead is swollen from teasing herself. Any other man might be jealous, but I enjoy a good show from time to time.
"Nikita." Her voice is raspy as she pleads with me to let her come.
I continue licking and sucking her clit before she trembles and grows near. I pull away, not letting her fall into oblivion just yet. She'll have to wait until I command her to come and give her permission.
Lucy whimpers as I release my lips and tongue, climbing over her torso. Her breathing is raspy and comes out in pants. "You're going to kill me."
I quip a sly grin. "Perfect way to die."
She laughs under her breath and arches her back, our bodies brushing against one another as I climb back up her torso. There's a desperation in her movements, neediness that jolts me to the core and makes my cock twitch.
Lucy is breathless, cheeks rosy, chest flushed. She struggles to keep her eyes open, and her fingers rake over my back and down to my ass. "Please, fuck me."
I never expected to hear something so filthy and sexy from Lucy. "It would be my pleasure," I whisper, hovering above her lips.
I cover her mouth, guiding my cock into her warmth. She bends her knees, and her back arches off the mattress as I move deeper inside her, filling her.
"Fuck," she mutters, her eyes clenched.
"Good fuck?" I chuckle, staring down at her, waiting for her to answer. My cock twitches around her warmth and tightness. It's perfect. Hell, she's perfect.
"God, yes." Her fingers are rough and roam around my backside, gripping my butt as she rocks against me. I take that as an indication to continue and that I'm not hurting her.
That's the last thing that I want to do. I continue our dance, each thrust driving her closer over the edge, her moans and gasps growing more vocal and either forgetting or not seeming to care that we're not the only people in the compound.
I shove my lips over hers, silencing her moans as I fuck her and feel her tightness quiver and tremble on my cock. She's wet and perfect as her moans vibrate when she shudders and comes.
She is my absolute undoing as I finally let go, falling into oblivion with her.
* * *
Lucy sleeps curled up in my arms. She doesn’t budge in the slightest during the night, and I'm grateful more than anything that the girl doesn't snore.
Me, I have trouble falling asleep.
It's been a minute since I've had a woman in bed for the night. Sure, I've slept with my share of ladies, but I don't sleep over. I'm not a child, and slumber parties aren't my thing.
But I'm married.
That single thought weighs heavily on me. It's part of the reason I can't sleep. The other part, I have a son. Well, technically, Zion is Lucy's child, but if we're married, he may as well be mine. I am intent to protect him as my flesh and blood.
I'm exhausted, but sleep doesn't come.
I try not to stir too much, not wanting to wake Lucy. She's asleep, tranquil, and after all the hell she's been through, it's nice to see her at peace, even if it's only while in slumber.
Minutes turn to hours, and before I know it, the sun is coming up and brightening the room. I untangle from her and leave her asleep in my bed.
It pains me leaving her alone. But she's safer here, under Mikhail's roof, while I visit Aleksandra and Antonio.
They need to know that Lucy is my wife and a threat against her, or Zion, is a threat against the bratva.
I quietly open the closet, retrieve a fresh suit and take my clothes and undergarments from the dresser to the bathroom. I shut the door as softly as I can. Is Lucy a light sleeper? I don't want to wake her.
It's as much for my benefit as hers. I've never done the morning after speech. I don't stay over, and Lucy in my bed is as foreign a feeling as any that I've ever experienced.
Don't get me wrong; I like that she stayed in my room. I'm just not sure how to deal with it. Yes, we're married. But it's not like we're doing this out of love. Neither of us is blind to the reasons that we wed.
Protecting her, doesn't mean fucking her. Even if she is my wife.
I growl and turn on the shower. Just the mere thought of her naked, is rousing my body. I step under the spray, letting the water beat against my back. The water wakes me up, alerting me of all my senses, including the sudden chill in the room.
"Lucy?"
She pulls back the shower door. "Scoot over," she orders and climbs into the stall with me. The girl steals all of my water, letting the spray glide down her body from head to toe. Her hair is drenched, and water pours down her breasts.
I find it impossible not to reach out and pull her against me. My lips crash on hers. "Did I say you could hog all the water?" I intend the remark to come out as a growl, a threat, but it's playful, and she quirks an eyebrow.
"I'm your wife. What's yours is mine." She's taken her new role quite seriously. "When are you going to tell your family about me?"
"The bratva is my family."
"No siblings or parents?" she asks.
We know very little about one another. That will be rectified in the coming days. "No," I say, not giving anything further away. My parents and sister are deceased. I don't talk about it with anyone. "But you, Malish, will want to tell your sister."
"I do," Lucy says. She pulls her bottom lip nervously between her teeth.
"We will tell her in person," I suggest.
Lucy exhales a heavy sigh. "I haven't been to Breckenridge in years."
"Well, I suppose it's time to go home."