Page 63 of Devil's Bride

I’m on fire, longing for him to fill me in every way possible. He removes his clothes, revealing his chiseled body. He’s all muscle and ink.

He positions himself between my legs, breaking our kiss to look into my eyes as he enters inside me. The feeling is overwhelming as pleasure cocoons me.

We move in sync, our bodies dance in perfect harmony. Every thrust, every kiss, every moan, it’s electrifying and soothing.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I arch my back, meeting his every thrust. My heart beats in rhythm with his. My body trembles with need.

“Is this what you want, malyshka?” He slams into me with a powerful thrust.

I cry out from how deep it is. “Yes,” I breathe. “This what I want. Fuck me harder, Alexei.”

His eyes flare with hunger as he starts to move faster, harder, and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, pulsating with the force of our need.

The room spins with the intensity of our passion, the taste of his lips, and the heat of his body enveloping mine. My chest heaves with each breath, and my heart beats like a drum.

My nails rake down his back as I cling to him, each movement driving me closer to the edge. Every thrust, every kiss, every breath, it’s all for him.

Alexei gazes into my eyes, his focus entirely on me. His hands grip my waist, lifting me up and turning me, positioning me on my hands and knees. He pushes into me again, the change in angle sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

My body shudders with each wave of pleasure, and I cry out his name repeatedly. My climax builds, and I know I'm about to reach the peak.

“Fuck, Alexei,” I moan, My body trembling uncontrollably. “I'm going to come,” I gasp, the intensity of my impending orgasm overwhelming my senses. He groans, matching my pace, guiding me towards our shared climax.

As I reach the pinnacle of my pleasure, I feel his body tense, and he thrusts into me one final time, releasing his own climax. The force of his release sends me over the edge, and we collapse onto the bed, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling.

I love you, I want to say. The words are at the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them. Instead, I twist my head to meet his gaze. “Will you allow me come to the party now?”

His expression hardens. He doesn’t look at me, but he frowns and stands from the bed. “Is that what this was about? Getting me to allow you come?”

“No-I—”

“I’m trying to protect you, Irina.” His voice breaks. For the first time ever, he sounds frustrated. “Do you know how terrified I was the day you were hurt? I can’t allow that happen. I don’t know what I would do if something where to happen to you. So, my answer is the same as it was two days ago. No.”

He picks up his clothes from the floor and begins to walk away angrily.

And then the words slip out from my lips. “I love you, Alexei.”

He stops, and slowly turns to meet my gaze. “Irina…”

“No, let me finish. I know you don’t love me, but I’m trying to protect you as much as you are protecting me.” My voice crackles as tears stream down my face. “Please let me come, I don’t mind getting hurt. I just want to be there with you and to keep you safe because I love you.”

The silence in the room is palpable, but it’s the expression on Alexei’s face that makes me stiffen. There’s no hint of emotion on his face, no sign he feels the same way about me.

“Irina…” He calls my name like it’s a struggle. “Fuck.”

He trudges to the bed and cups my face. His eyes soften now. “I love you too, Irina. I fucking love you, too. You have no idea how much.”

He leans down and claims my lips. His kiss is deep and filled with emotion. I close my eyes and kiss him back. And I wish for nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Chapter Twenty-One

Alexei

“You’re anxious,” Irina says, reaching for my hand and squeezing it softly. I get a whiff of her flowery perfume, but even that is not enough to calm the turmoil raging inside me. “Are you worried I’ll get hurt?”

“I am,” I answer honestly.

Our car stops in front of a white monstrosity where the masked party is being held. I take in the building, making a note of every corner with a possible escape route. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t keep Irina from coming. Not after she poured her heart out to me, not after she told me she loved me and how scared she was of losing me.

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