ELIAS
Ihaven’t felt this happy in over six years since before my mom died. I tug Natalya into the corridor and as soon as I shut the door to the kitchen; I lift her up and twist her around in the air, laughing.
I can’t contain the elation I feel at how well that went, considering it started with Mikhail Gurin aiming a loaded gun at my face. There’s no doubt I was scared at that moment.
“What are you so happy about?” She asks, and again it’s unbelievably adorable how oblivious she is to my feeling for her.
I shake my head. “I get to marry you, that’s what.” It’s crazy that I want to get married at nineteen years old, but I’ve never wanted anything more.
Her brow furrows slightly. “Everyone at the academy is going to believe we’re both insane.”
“I don’t give a shit what anyone else believes.” I pull Nat tighter against me and press my lips to hers, kissing her with all the love and passion I feel for her, surprising myself with how all-consuming it is. “You are mine and always have been.”
Natalya tenses in my arms. “Maybe it’s you who belongs to me.”
I chuckle. “Is that right?”
She nods, expression serious. “You still have a lot to make up for.”
“And I intend to make up for it every single day for the rest of our lives.” I brush her long, dark hair away from her ear and lean in close. “How about you lead me to your bedroom and I start right now?”
She visibly shudders at the suggestion, her tongue darting out over her full pink lips.
I realize the suggestion is the first time I’ll have her alone in a bedroom. It’s always been in a hallway, bathroom, the woods, the ruins or the library. Never once have we been together in a bedroom, and from the look on her face, she’s anxious about it.
“What do you say?” I push.
She tilts her head slightly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Positive, lead the way,” I say, ensuring my voice is dominant. Natalya seems to respond well to being ordered about.
Her eyes search mine for a few more seconds before she nods. “Okay, follow me.”
I keep hold of her hand as she leads me toward the entrance of the house and up the sweeping staircase to the first floor. My cock is throbbing and hard in my pants as I focus on the way her curvy hips sway from side to side.
She opens a door and walks inside her room and I am quick to follow, shutting it behind us. Before she can turn, I have my chest pressed against her back and my hands on her hips. My cock is hard and demanding against her ass. “I’ve finally got you alone.”
She shivers. “And what are you going to do with me, master?”
I groan as I love hearing her call me that, even now. Natalya gasps as I grind my cock into her buttocks. “What am I not going to do?” I spin her around to face me. “For a start, I’m going to feast on your sweet little cunt and make you come.”
Her lips purse as she moans softly.
My lips move to her neck and I place soft, delicate kisses down it. Trailing them lower as I kiss her exposed cleavage, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. “And then when you are desperate and begging to be fucked, I’ll flip you over and start on that beautiful ass of yours.”
I don’t miss the way she tenses in my arms.
“Do you remember what I told you?” I ask.
Her throat bobs and she nods.
“What did I say?”
She bites her bottom lip in the most erotic way. “When I fuck that tight little ass, you’ll be begging me for it.”
“That’s right.” I grip her hips even harder, surprised when she moans again. “Would you like that?”
I want to claim my fiancé in every single way possible, and that beautiful ass of hers has been begging to be fucked for long enough.