“Make me yours, Sasha. Come claim your wife.”
With a growl he gets on the bed and hovers his body over mine, pressing the head of his cock against my pussy, letting me feel how big he is. I wrap my legs and arms around him, looking into his green eyes as he slowly starts to slide into me. When I wince, he kisses me gently, slowly working his way in, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been, wider than I ever thought possible, until I’m convinced I’m going to just split in two.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
I hadn’t realized I’d been clenching my eyes shut. I open them and stare at my husband, the man I love, as he slides in the rest of the way, burying himself as deeply as possible inside me until we’re locked together and I feel whole in a way I’ve never known before.
“I love you.” He kisses me gently, slowly starting to move his hips, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. “I love you in a way that terrifies me like nothing else ever has.”
“Why are you scared?” I ask, my voice coming out as more of a gasp when he slides into me again.
His green eyes lock on mine. “Because I know I wouldn’t survive if something happened to you. I could never go back to a life without you,lisichka, and I wouldn’t ever want to.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. His lips are on me a second later, kissing me hard until he’s overtaking all of my senses, and all I know is Aleksandr, my husband, the man I love. He fills and consumes every part of me, and when he starts to fuck me harder, I dig my fingers into his back, clinging to him for dear life as he sends me over the edge again.
“Sasha,” I moan, before a deep groan erupts from me, ripped from my throat with each hard thrust he’s giving me until my throat is hoarse and I’m gasping for air.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, fucking me harder.
I cling to him, consumed by pure ecstasy. The overwhelming urge to have him even closer has me tightening my grip on him, grasping his hair and sliding my tongue in to meet his. He groans and fucks me in a rhythm that has my toes starting to curl and my pussy clenching even tighter around him.
“Come with me,lisichka,” he growls against my lips, and all I can do is obey.
He slams into me, locking us together as his cock pulses inside me. He whispers something in Russian against my skin. I feel tears slide down my cheeks, but I don’t care. This is the most life-altering experience of my life, and I want to memorize every single second of it. Our bodies stay locked together, both of us lost to our own pleasure until I’m left shaking and breathless.
“I love you,” I say, kissing him again and running my fingers over his face and back. I will never get tired of touching him.
“I love you too, baby.”
I smile at his words, feeling happier than I ever have. He notices my tears, his eyes immediately narrowing in worry. Lifting up, he looks down at me.
“I was too rough,” he says, and the sorrow in his voice breaks my heart.
“No, you weren’t, Sasha. I mean,” I say with a soft laugh, “you’re huge, and I’m going to be sore, but it’s a good sore. I’m not crying because I’m in pain.”
His fingers brush across my cheeks, but he doesn’t wipe away my tears.
“I’m just really, really happy,” I tell him.
His eyes soften as his lips lift up into the sweetest smile, one I’m guessing he doesn’t show many people, if any, which makes it all the more special.
“I’m happy, too, more than I ever thought possible.”
He slowly slides out of me and rolls over onto his side, pulling me up against him and cradling his body around mine. He holds me tightly, our bodies lit up with the multicolored Christmas lights and a delicious ache between my legs, reminding me of what just happened. I turn my head to kiss him again, the taste of peppermint still on our tongues.
When he pulls back, he kisses a line along the scar on my cheek and cups my breast in his hand, holding me even tighter against him. “I wish I could give you a different life, a life you deserve, and I’m so sorry that I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“You Americans always want the fairytale ending. If this were a movie, the hitman would somehow magically be allowed to leave the Bratva, and the couple would live happily ever after with the past never coming back to haunt them, but that’s not how this works, and I’m so sorry I can’t give that to you.”
“I disagree.” I pull him closer and kiss his cheek, breathing in the comforting scent of him, the one I’d recognize anywhere, a perfect mix of his spicy cologne, the vanilla-scented soap he seems to love, and his own unique smell that always makes me feel like I’ve come home, like I was always meant to be here with him.
“We can still have a fairytale ending. Hell, I kind of feel like we’re already getting one. I love you, and I know you can’t just walk away from your work.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He presses his forehead to mine and exhales slowly.
“Would you ever hurt me?”