Page 112 of Sinful Games

“You’ve worn me out,” I yawned, as he tossed the cover aside and slid in next to me, our naked bodies pressing together like a puzzle piece.

He hummed, pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and let one hand slide between my legs. “Still dripping for me, huh? Can’t get enough already?”

I chuckled, burying my face in his neck ashis hand traced lazy circles on my back. His warm breath tickled my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could seriously get used to this—his arms around me had become my favorite spot over the past few weeks.

After Igor’s birthday bash, where I confessed my feelings and we skipped the cake because Alexsei couldn’t wait to get me home and make me scream, we’ve settled into a pretty sweet routine.

I switched back to day shifts at work so I can have my evenings and nights free to indulge in all things Alexsei. My recent exam before graduation went off without a hitch, and I’ve been having a blast with the photography gallery and red room he gifted me.

And, oh yeah, I’ve practically moved in. Sleeping beside Alexsei every night is now my favorite ritual. His arms around me, his tender kisses, and those whispered words that wrap me in warmth—it's been nothing short of amazing.

We’ve also had a chance to dig into each other’s quirks. Turns out, he’s not a fan of pistachio ice cream, despite his previous attempts to fake it. I’ve also discovered he’s obsessively organized and an incredible listener. There were moments I’d ramble on endlessly, and he’d just sit there, those killer blue eyes fixed on me, a comforting smile, and a hand always ready to hold.

He even showed me how to cook some basics over a couple of weekends. Surprisingly, I didn’t torch his kitchen, so I guess I’m picking it up.

“I’m not sure I’ll survive you,” I whispered, grinning as I lifted my head to kiss him again.

We’ve explored each other’s bodies like pros. We’ve had so much sex lately that I’m amazed my legs still work. We’ve done it everywhere: the kitchen, his office, his car, the shower, and even in the elevator—no place is off-limits.We’ve even managed quickies during my lunch break in my studio and gallery. The list just keeps growing.

And, honestly, I’m not complaining. Alexsei has this way of making all my past fears vanish with his touch, his words, and just his presence. In a weird way, I’m grateful for that.

“You will,moya solnyshka. Wanna know why?” He bit down on my lips, then shifted me beneath him, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.

“Why?” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as his cock slid inside me.

God, I’d never get tired of this feeling.

“Because you were made for me, Caia,” he said, picking up the pace. My breasts rubbed against his chest, his pelvis grinding against my clit. “You and only you can survive me.”

And with that, he fucked me so well, so perfectly, that I almost forgot my own name.

Alexsei

I used to think everyone who raved about marriage was full of shit. All those people talking about bliss seemed like they were just flaunting their so-called achievements.

But then I lived it.

Being married to Caia? Pure fucking bliss. She's my personal slice of heaven on earth. Every moment with her is nothing short of perfection. Just knowing she's the first thing I see in the morning and the last before I crash at night fills me with so much fucking joy. It's like I’m living in a dream.

I’m completely whipped for my wife, and I’m not even sorry about it.

So, yeah, forcing her into marriage wasn’t such a bad move after all.

Caia raised an eyebrow as she handed me her alcohol-free piña colada, the little umbrella bobbing mockingly. “Oh, you have to try this, Lexi! I can’t be married to a man who doesn’t like piña coladas. Not liking pistachio ice cream is one thing, but mocktails? Seriously? What are you, a toddler?”

Lately, my cheeky little witch has been all about the teasing. A couple weeks back, we had a spat because she only ever calls me by my name, which started to bug me. I wanted something a bit more personal, so we decided to come up with nicknames.

She settled on ‘Lexi,’ and despite my cringe, she insists on using it whenever she wants to rib me. But she’s got a special touch—‘zolotse’ when she’s pleased, and ‘zaychik’ when she wants to get laid. Yep, I’ve learned all the ins and outs of my wife.

“Oh, please, my taste buds are way too refined for basic drinks like that. I might skip the piña colada, but trust me, I’ve got other tricks that’ll take you straight to paradise with just one sip.”

She chuckled, "What tricks? I thought you’d shown me everything by now."

"Oh, I’ve got plenty more up my sleeve," I winked, placing her mocktails on the table before pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me on the couch.

Leaning in, I captured her lips in a hot, wet kiss, my hands firmly gripping her ass.

Her hands found their way around my neck, pulling me closer.

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