The corner of her mouth lifts in a loving smile. “I’m yours.”
Lifting a hand, I brush the strands out of her face. I stare deep into her emerald eyes, and emotion wells in my chest.
“I love you, Aurora. So fucking much.” I can feel tears pricking behind my eyes and force them back. “I’ll love you all of my life. Until my dying breath, and then I’ll find a way to love you in the afterlife.”
“Oh, baby,” she whispers as a tear spirals down her cheek. “I feel the same way about you.”
I take my time undressing her, kissing every inch of her skin. When I have her naked, I say, “Lie down on the bed,Krasivaya.”
I watch as she climbs onto the mattress while I strip out of my clothes.
For a moment, I stare at the vision lying on my bed, praying I can take the image of her with me wherever I’ll go after I’m dead.
Crawling over Aurora’s body, I lie down on top of her and rest my forearms on either side of her head. There’s no foreplay, my need to be inside her too strong to ignore.
As I push deep inside the woman of my dreams, I keep my eyes locked with hers.
Thank you for this, moy malen'kiy olen'. For the short time I got to love you, I felt like the luckiest bastard alive.
Lying still while buried inside her, I almost break down. Somehow, I get the strength not to crumble, and pulling out, I thrust back inside her.
My pace is slow, savoring every second I get to be with her like this.
“Misha,” Aurora whispers. Her eyebrows draw together, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. “Why does this feel like a goodbye?”
Because it is.
I can’t even shake my head and instead press my mouth to hers, kissing her as if she has the power to transcend time. As if she has the power to stop my impending death.
I didn’t believe in fate until I laid eyes on Aurora. I would’ve bled myself dry to be everything she needed, to get a chance to grow old with her.
Christ, there were many times I faced off with death and walked away. But this time, there’s no escaping death. You don’t disobey an order from Viktor and get away with it.
I won’t get to see this angel on her wedding day. I won’t hear the words ‘I do’ from her.
I won’t watch her carry our child.
I won’t see lines form on her face as we grow old together.
Pushing my arms beneath her, I hold her so tight she lets out a groan. But she doesn’t complain.
Instead, she hugs me to her as I slowly make love to her, pouring my devotion to her out in every kiss and thrust.
Don’t forget me because, after tomorrow, your memories will be one of the few places I’ll exist.
I’ll miss you, moy malen'kiy olen'. So fucking much.
Chapter 32
Misha
“We’re fucked,” Alek says as we watch Viktor climb out of an armored G-Wagon.
“Yep,” Armani agrees.
The head of the bratva straightens his suit jacket, then he glances around him before taking the steps up to the front doors.
I should’ve called Tiana and told her I love her.