Page 87 of Crown of Hate

“But you don’t love me.” Her voice cracks, a mix of frustration and resignation that pierces through me like a knife. I go weak when she pushes back against me, her hips buckling as she grinds against my hand. “You forced me into this marriage because of my father. You’ll toss me aside when you’re done using me.”

“No,malyshka.” I drop to one knee, spreading her legs wider and positioning my head between them. “I worship you.”

When I swipe my tongue over her folds, we both groan. She’s so fucking delicious. “You’re mine, Alya. And I’m yours. Forever.”

She grabs my hair and throws her head back, crying out as I dip my tongue inside her.

Her back arches and her grip tightens as I suck on her clit, using my fingers and tongue to lead it in rhythmic circles. Each stroke, each lick, is a silent plea for her to understand, to feel what I can’t always put in words.

I fucking love her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice shaky with raw need. “I need this. I-I need you…”

She has no idea what hearing that does to me. It’s like a shot of adrenaline straight into my veins. “I’m far from done with you,” I rumble.

“Fuck!”

She cries out when I slide a finger inside of her, then press my tongue against her swollen nub and devour her like the feast she is.

“You keep me so well fed,malyshka. How kind of you.”

I can taste her through the pouring water and it drives me wild. I’m absolutely ravenous. I need more. My hands are greedy, my mouth insatiable. Her moans mix with my groans, her body melting into mine as I pleasure her like our lives depend on it.

And maybe they do. Because I’m not sure I want anything to do with a life that isn’t spent with her. That isn’t dedicated to making her happy. To making hererupt.

“I’m yours,” I huff. “All yours. Forever.”

I feel her shudder under my touch, her body convulsing, her moans becoming more ragged and needy.

“Goddamnit, Mikhail. I hate you. I fucking lo—” Her voice cuts off, replaced by a cry that’s sweeter than any words.

I know what she’s trying to say, and I’m desperate to hear it again. The words caught me off guard earlier, but now they’re all I want to hear. I’m ready to make the same confession back to her.

“Say it!” I demand, nibbling on her clit a little before pushing up another finger inside her.

Her eyes roll back, her body stifling. “Not again.”

“Say. It.”

I gently pull at her clit with my teeth and her entire body rattles.

“Fine!” she cries, before hushing into a whisper. “I love you… Happy?”

“Fuck,” I grunt. Hearing my wife whisper her love for me as I make her cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. My body electrifies. “Not happy. Ecstatic.”

She tightens around me, her core clenching as I push her over the edge. Her cries cut through the water and fill the steam.

When she finally collapses against me, panting, trying to catch her breath, I pull my fingers out and hold her, waiting until she comes down from her high before I tell her the words she needs to hear. Words I mean with all my heart.

Gripping her cheeks in both hands, I stare deep into her hazy eyes.

“I fucking love you.”

This time, she’s the one who freezes. Her pupils dilate as she looks at me, completely stunned. “… What did you just say?”

I respond with a kiss. It’s the hardest I’ve ever kissed anyone before, but it doesn’t matter… not until she starts kissing back.

Then, it feels like heaven.

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