Page 48 of Ruby Menace

But it can’t go on forever. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and when she whimpers and tries to grind herself down, driving me deeper, I don’t stop her.

“Ohhh…” She sucks in a breath. “Oh, God! Right there!” Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink that trails down her throat and colors her chest. I straighten slightly so that we’re pressed against each other, and I grip her hips as I raise and lower her onto me. The pace picks up and I start to lose my fragile grasp on control as the intensity starts to build.

Our bodies collide in a storm of passion, each thrust and movement driven by need and longing until I feel myself coming; I can’t hold back any longer. The pleasure builds in my balls, coiling tighter and tighter until I can’t take it anymore. I feel myself on the edge, teetering over the precipice of release.

“Tiana,” I growl, my voice a low rumble as my hips buck upward, meeting her downward thrusts with a primal urgency. “I’m close.”

Her response is a whimpered moan, her nails digging into my shoulders as she grinds herself against me even harder. Her wet heat clenches around me like a vise, milking me relentlessly.

“Oh God, yes… yes! Kirill! Fuck!” Her words string together in a rush as she spirals out of control.

“That’s it,” I pant, my eyes locked on hers as our bodies move together in perfect harmony. “Come for me, Ptichka.”

Her walls spasm around me, tight, warm, so wet… and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge too. White-hot pleasure courses through my veins as I explode inside her, crying out her name like a prayer and a curse combined. My entire body tenses up before collapsing back against the seat with a groan of satisfaction. Sweat cools my hair and trickles down the skin of my throat. I feel like I just came so hard that it sucked every drop of juice from me.

Tiana collapses against my chest, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath too. Her heartbeat hammers in time with mine, our bodies still joined together in this intimate dance of lust and longing.

“I love you,” she whispers into my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin.

“I know,” I joke weakly, but there’s no denying the tenderness in my voice or the way my heart swells at her words. I feel the way her body still shudders from her orgasm, and I hold her close, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being before. In this moment, it’s just the two of us, lost in our own world.

“Skazshi chto lyubish menya,” I say, breathless. She pushes herself up a little, looking at me with an expression of pure adoration. I cup her face in both my hands. “Tell me you love me again.”

Her eyes are wide… deep dark pools. “I love you,” she whispers.

I smile. “Ya khachu, chtobee my vsegda byli vmeste.”

“What does that mean?” She tilts her head.

“You will know when the time is right.” I slide my arms around her waist and pull her to me, silently vowing never to let her go. I want us to be together always.

As she lies against me, both of us silent as our breathing gradually slows, I can’t help but think about sharing a future with this woman. Putting a ring on her finger, giving her my name. Putting a child in her belly. We’ll raise a family together. Build a life I never thought possible, but now it seems within reach. Once Zoya and Petrov are out of the picture, the world will be safer for her again. Then I will feel better drawing her into my life.

I look down at Tiana, her eyes filled with an emotion that probably matches mine. It’s a moment that’s almost overwhelming. A moment I never thought I would experience. A moment that I never want to end.

I smile at her once more; I do a lot of smiling around this woman. It’s a new sensation, but I think I could get used to it.

Looking at me from beneath her lashes, she licks her lips, her teeth snagging the bottom one. She takes a deep breath, then starts speaking quickly, “Kirill… There’s something I need to tell you.”

Chapter Nineteen

Tiana

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

I can still feel Kirill, hard and hot inside me. It’s both comforting and terrifying. But there is one thing I’m certain of: whatever happens, I have to tell him the truth. Maybe if we’re still connected this way, he’ll be less inclined to react badly.

“You need to tell me something?” he presses, brushing away stray strands of hair that are clinging to my damp face. The smell of the leather seats of the SUV mingles with the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. The engine rumbles beneath us, a constant reminder of the world outside that’s waiting to tear us apart.

“Well… a number of things,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “It’s important.”

He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel him tense up against me. He knows something’s wrong. He nods for me to go on.

“I was approached… by the FBI,” I say in a rush. “They picked me up that night I left the estate.”

“The night you ran away.” He says it as a statement of fact.

“It was a mistake, I know. I was an idiot.” I gnaw on my lip, waiting for him to say something. He doesn’t. “First, I thought they were there to rescue me – they knew about the auction, what my father had done. They knew that I hadn’t gone to you willingly.” I stroke his face. “But that’s different now. You need to know that.”

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