Page 27 of Inked Athena

He kicks open the bedroom door, not bothering to set me down before he crashes into me with a kiss that steals my breath. His mouth is hot and demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as he backs me against the wall. His hands are everywhere at once, pulling at my clothes, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his voice thick with possessiveness. “All mine. To fill. To breed.”

His words are dirty, raw, and they send a shiver down my spine. I’ve never heard him like this—so unrestrained, so primal. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

He rips open my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast before his mouth closes over my nipple. A moan escapes me, a sound I’ve never made before, and it seems to fuel his hunger. He sucks hard, drawing a gasp from my lips, and I arch into him, desperate for more.

“So fucking fertile,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Ready to take my seed. Ready to carry my child.”

He pulls back, his eyes burning into mine as he reaches for the button of my jeans. His fingers work quickly, impatiently, and then he’s pushing my jeans down my legs, his gaze fixed on the exposed skin of my hips.

“Tell me you want it,krasavitsa,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Tell me you want me to ruin you. To make you a mother.”

His words are a challenge, a dare.

I can’t resist.

“Ruin me,” I whisper back, my voice trembling. “Fill me with your child.”

A guttural sound escapes him, a mix of triumph and desire, and then he’s spreading my thighs and devouring me until I come hard in a matter of seconds.

As I’m still lying there, quivering and moaning, he steps back and strips off his own clothes. His body is a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, sculpted by years of hockey and hard work.

I’ve seen him naked before, but tonight, he looks different. Wilder. Hungrier.

He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs, his eyes blazing with intent. He reaches for me, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Let’s make a baby, Nova,” he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. And then he’s inside me, moving with a primal urgency that makes me cry out his name.

It’s a quick fucking. After all the build-up, I don’t think either of us could ever have lasted more than a few seconds. But one moment, he’s splitting me open with his cock, reaching places in me no one has ever reached.

Then he’s coming. I am, too, and it’s impossible to say where he stops and I begin. We’re fused at the hip, at the source of the life between us.

I float back to awareness slowly, my body humming with aftershocks. Samuil’s weight pins me to the mattress, his breath hot against my neck. Neither of us seems able to move yet, caught in this perfect moment where we’re still joined, still one.

His hand slides between us to rest on my belly, and the tenderness in that touch brings fresh tears to my eyes. I’ve never felt so cherished, so completely claimed.

“I swear I can feel it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Life. Growing inside you.”

I laugh softly, threading my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “Already? That was fast work, even for you.”

He pushes up on his elbows to look at me, and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath. There’s something raw and vulnerable in his expression that makes my heart clench.

“If not now, then soon.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “I won’t stop until you’re round with my child.”

The possessiveness in his voice should frighten me. Should make me want to run. Instead, it settles something restless inside me. For the first time since this whole mess began, I feel... safe. Protected.

Wanted.

His fingers trace patterns on my skin as we lie tangled together, neither willing to break this bubble of peace we’ve found. The gentle rock of the yacht beneath us feels like a lullaby, and I find myself drifting, warm and sated in his arms.

I fall asleep with his hand still pressed protectively over my womb, dreaming of a future I never dared hope for. I let myself have this dream, this fantasy, for as long as it lasts.

In the morning, everything will change.

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SAMUIL

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