I reached for it, plucking it from her grasp. “Let me.”
She slid off me, watching as I rolled it on, her eyes wide and filled with lust. An answering wave of lust crashed over me, so hot it scalded me clear to the depths of my soul. I had no doubt she wanted me. It filled me with a headiness I’d never felt before.She wants me.
“Would you…help me with my pants?” she asked, her words breathless. “Sometimes I struggle getting them off my paralyzed leg.”
My hands shook as I obliged, reaching for the waistband of her jeans. As gently as possible, I unsnapped and unzipped them, my heart thumping wilder, faster, as she pushed her hips up, making it easier for me to pull them down her soft thighs.
Soon, she was as naked as I was, so beautiful with her gently rounded curves, and soft, creamy skin. Breathtaking.
I took all of her in, my gaze crawling down her body and back up. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, meaning every word.
She blushed. “So are you.”
Our gazes locked, and something special passed between us in that moment. I didn’t know what it was, but I’d never felt anything like it before. A bond. An understanding. A connection. It was more than lust, deeper than attraction, stronger than friendship. It was powerful. Undeniable. And soreal.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her words breathless and needy. “Fuck me, Adrik Volkov. Make me yours.”
Fierce need battled with the urge to be tender. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I carefully laid her back and settled over top of her, our gazes locking.
Holding her stare, I slowly joined our bodies, groaning at her tightness and how good she felt, while trying to be gentle and hang on to my sanity.
Her breath hitched. Her eyes closed. She whimpered.
I halted, gritting my teeth. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head from side to side. “No. You’re teasing me. Give memore, Adrik. Give meallof you.” With an impatient tug, she squeezed my ass.
With a soft hiss, I thrust in all the way.
We both moaned.
She jerked her eyes open, her breath hitching again.
I eased out, then back in, pumping slowly, then faster, deeper, harder as need overtook me. She rose up to meet my thrusts, her hands kneading my ass, soft whimpers escaping her lips. I held out as long as I could, wanting her to come first.
Then, she did. Her head fell back, her body went limp, and her arms loosened around me.
With a final thrust and a groan, I let go, the intense orgasm stealing my breath, and sending wave after wave of delicious pleasure crashing over me.
I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
Her fingers brushed through my hair. She pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head.
She smiled up at me. “Wow.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah. Wow.”
And as I gazed into her gorgeous blue eyes, the truth struck home.
My wildest fantasy had just become a reality.
I’d made Annika Popov mine.
Her family was going to kill me.