Page 22 of Accidental Bratva Daddy

I growl, covering her body with mine. "What can I say? You bring out the insatiable in me."

This time, our lovemaking is slower, more deliberate. I take my time exploring every inch of Natalia's body with my hands and mouth, committing each sensitive spot to memory. By the time I finally slide inside her again, she's a writhing, begging mess beneath me.

"Luka, please," she gasps, her nails raking down my back. "I need you."

I capture her lips in a searing kiss as I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that has us both moaning in pleasure. Natalia meets me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, urging me deeper.

"You're perfect," I groan, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "So beautiful, so fiery and stubborn. My sweet girl.”

Natalia arches into me, her breath coming in short pants. "I'm close," she whimpers. "So close."

I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her sensitive bud. "Then come for me, Natalia," I urge, increasing my pace. "Let go. Make me yours.”

She climaxed hard, riding every last wave of pleasure as I finish with her. The moment is perfect, but as with everything, it doesn’t last. We both come down from the high, breathing heavily and holding each other close.

Her skin is like rose petals against mine as we lie together. The world around us no longer matters, at least for this precious morning, and I allow myself to be present for once. Usually, I’m pulled into the future, forced to calculate every step before it happens. The consequences for slipping up, even once, are fatal.

"This is nice," Natalia murmurs, breaking the comfortable silence.

I hum in agreement, my hand running up and down her spine. "It is."

She props herself up on an elbow, looking down at me with those captivating green eyes. "What are we doing, Luka?"

The question catches me off guard. "What do you mean?"

Natalia sighs, a small crease appearing between her brows. "This. Us. We're married, but it's not real. We're sleeping together, but we're not in love. What is this?"

I consider her words carefully. The truth is, I'm not entirely sure myself. All I know is that being with Natalia feels right in a way nothing else has in a long time. But the thought of putting a label on it, of admitting to any real feelings, sends a jolt of panic through me.

"Does it have to be anything?" I ask, keeping my voice carefully neutral. "Can't we just enjoy this for what it is?"

Natalia studies me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nods. "I suppose we can," she says. "A casual thing, nothing more."

Relief washes over me, even as a small part of me rebels against the idea of her being anything other than fullymine. "Exactly," I agree. "No strings, no expectations. Just this."

Natalia settles back against my chest, but I can feel the slight tension in her body. "That works for me," she says. "I'm not looking for true love anyway. My brand is my priority right now."

Her words echo my own thoughts so closely it's almost eerie. "I understand," I tell her, my fingers combing through her silky hair. "My world... it's not safe for real relationships. For families."

I think of my parents, their lives cut brutally short by the very world they'd tried to shield me from. The memory still burns, even after all these years. No, I can't risk that kind of loss again. This arrangement with Natalia is safer. Simpler.

"So we're agreed then?" Natalia asks, tilting her head to meet my gaze. "This is just casual. No falling in love."

I nod, ignoring the twinge in my chest at her words. "Agreed. No falling in love."

Natalia smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Good," she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. "Now, how about we order some room service? I'm starving."

As she climbs out of bed, wrapping herself in one of the hotel's plush robes, I can't help but admire the graceful lines of her body. She's stunning, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have her love.

But not me. I can't afford that kind of vulnerability. This arrangement we've come to—it's for the best. Simple. Uncomplicated. Safe.

So why does it feel like I'm lying to myself?

I push the thought aside, focusing instead on the present moment. We have a few more days in this luxurious bubble before we have to face the reality of our situation. I intend to make the most of it.

"Room service sounds perfect," I say, reaching for the menu on the nightstand. "What are you in the mood for, kitten?"

Natalia's answering smile is bright enough to chase away the shadows of doubt lurking in the corners of my mind. For now, at least, this is enough. It has to be.

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