Page 130 of Wicked Serve

I’m still dripping, but he checks anyway, quirking his lips in a slight smile as he rubs over my hole. My breath hitches as I look into his eyes. He’s a work of art, so gorgeous my heart skips a beat whenever I look at him. I’m so familiar with him now, but that just makes me fonder. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and I never want to feel it for anyone else. Just him. Only him.

Because he’s safety. Comfort. Joy.

Because I love him.

Maybe it should feel like a life-changing realization, but it doesn’t. It’s just the truth, something that part of me already knew. I love him.

Love him, love him, love him.

He works into me slowly. Taking his time, grounding us both in this moment. I loop my arms around his neck, kissing him as he presses in inch by perfect inch. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but before I can say them, he pushes in the rest of the way, and I can’t focus on anything else. He moans into my mouth. I clench around him, reveling in the slight ache. He rubs my clit with two slippery fingers, sparking an even deeper level of pleasure.

“Good?” he murmurs.

I nod breathlessly, digging my heels into his back, needing him even closer. He strokes his hand through my hair, fingers catching on the ends of the strands. Slowly, he rolls his hips. He snaps them back, then forward, coaxing a moan from my throat as he settles inside me all the way once more.

“You take me so perfectly, solnishko.”

“Nik.” My voice catches on the word.

Another kiss, soft and lingering. “My sunshine girl.”

My sunshine girl. He said that for the first time last summer, forever ago. If I’m sunshine to him, then he’s the earth beneath my feet, the grass between my toes, grounding me like nothing else. That feeling has been building for months, upon hundreds of tiny moments. I belong to him, and he belongs to me.

I meet his thrusts with my own, snapping my hips up. A growl, a deeper thrust. I dig my nails into his neck, crying out as he finds a particularly good angle. He lifts my hips with ease, pounding into that spot over and over. I’m shaking, so close to the edge again that I can’t stop the moans spilling from my mouth.

He says something—in Russian—into the crook of my neck. Even though I don’t speak it, I sense the gravity in his tone. Three words. Three words, repeated like a prayer.

My eyes widen. “Kolya.”

His thrusts falter; he’s buried deep inside me as he climaxes. He pinches my clit so I’ll come over the edge with him, and after a moment, my pleasure blooms, overtaking my senses. There’s only him, inside and out. His body pinning me against the mattress. His scent. His groans. His words, echoing in my mind like music.

We’re quiet for a moment, catching our breath in the cool dark of the bedroom. I curl my toes, shifting underneath him. I can’t help but smile. His seed is inside me. A claim to match the one he said aloud.

“I love you, too,” I whisper.

“I realized earlier,” he says hoarsely. He lifts his head. “I think some part of me has known for a long time.”

I push the hair away from his forehead as I give him a kiss. “Say it again.”

“? ????? ????.” He shifts, but doesn’t pull out of me. I’d happily stay like this all night. “I love you.”

I try to repeat it, but stumble over the unfamiliar pronunciation. He smiles. He catches my hand and laces our fingers together as he says it once more, slower this time. “Ya lyublyu tebya.”

I listen, then try again.

“Good.” He eases out of me gently, rolling us onto our sides. “You’re getting the hang of it, solnishko.”

I tilt my head against his shoulder, shivering as his hand splays over my belly. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s home.” He kisses the soft spot behind my ear. “Part of it, at least.”

“Maybe one day, we’ll go there together.”

“Maybe. The country has serious problems—I don’t know if I would take you there now. But one day, if we can, I’d like to show you where I grew up.” His tone is measured, thoughtful. “You’d like Moscow in springtime.”

Chapter 61

Nikolai

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