Page 171 of The Lazarov Bratva

We remain like that until the heat of sex evaporates from our bodies and the only warmth remains in the space between us. I refuse to move, though. I want to stay connected to Kristof for as long as he will let me.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. We settle back down onto the bed, and Kristof draws the covers over us, tucking the sheet around me as I snuggle into his chest.

“I love you,” I murmur against his skin.

“I love you too,” Kristof replies, stroking his hands through my hair. His warm lips press against my forehead, and they linger there as my eyes droop.

For this moment, just the two of us in this bubble of post-orgasmic bliss, things are good.

Kristof continues to stroke my hair with one hand, and his other soothingly moves up and down my spine while I tuck both my arms into the heated space between our bodies. This is where I never want to leave.

Sleep comes swiftly, stealing away all my senses bar one.

The comforting weight of Kristof’s cock remains inside me, and we fall asleep connected together.

18

KRISTOF

“Never again,” I groan, massaging my crotch as I roll out of bed.

Alena just laughs, her hands between her own thighs. Falling asleep inside her had been romantic at the time, but waking up the next morning had been less than pleasant. Trying to separate from her when it felt like we had welded together was the wrong kind of painful.

Her laugh as we promise to never do it again makes it worth it, though. I’d do it again in a heartbeat for that.

Maybe.

Alena stretches out on the bed, and I head into the bathroom, immediately turning on the taps for another bath. My face pulls painfully as I run a hand over it, massaging the muscles and skin tainted with dried salt.

Crying yesterday doesn’t feel real. I don’t intend on mentioning it ever again, but part of me—a small part—is glad Alena was there. I can’t imagine how dreadful it would have been to break down without her there to soothe me.

“What are you doing?” Alena calls from the bedroom, dragging me from my thoughts.

“Running a bath.”

“Again?”

“Well, how does your pussy feel? I don’t know about you, but I’ve got muscle aches and I’m cold, so…” A bath is the answer. Besides, I’m conscious of how far she ran yesterday, and keeping her muscles soothed is important.

In the mirror, my eyes seem slightly sunken into my face and the bags underneath are more prominent than usual. Things are taking their toll, that’s for sure. My face eventually fades from view as steam covers the mirror, so I focus on brushing my teeth and trimming my beard while the water runs and warmth builds.

My plans for the day sit half-cobbled together in my mind. I need to find a new doctor for Alena, one more willing to spend the next however many months under lock and key so that no asshole can get to them. Even at that, thinking of someone being near Alena in that capacity makes my spine jump.

All it takes is one bad day for someone to decide they don’t like her, or me, and then I’ll have to face down a threat to my child whom I can’t even properly protect yet.

Maybe I should tie Alena back to the bed?

“What are you thinking about?” Alena appears at my elbow, and her warm hand slides across my lower back. Her lips press into my shoulder and she flashes a soft smile.

“You,” I answer honestly.

“You look that worried when thinking about me?”

“I always worry about you,” I reply around my toothbrush. “But mostly, I was thinking of what we could do together today.”

Hesitation flashes across her face. “Together?”

“Yes.”

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