Page 94 of Inked Athena

“I love you,” I breathe into his lips. “So much.” The words feel like loose change when I want to give him gold bars, but they’re all I have.

Samuil’s growled answer sets me on fucking fire. “Then show me.”

And I do.

I show him with fingers that tangle in his hair and hold on for dear life. With a body that curves into his touch and whimpers for more. With his name falling from my lips again and again until pleasure chokes out my voice completely.

I’m trembling, skin glazed with sweat, as Samuil maps my neck with his lips. His hands conquer every curve, every inch of me, as he sheds layers one by one.

When my robe is lying in a heap at the floor beside us, his fingers toy with the band of my panties—the final barrier between us. He pauses, his breath scorching my ear.

“Is this okay?” The question rumbles through me like thunder.

I swallow hard. “Yes.” My voice is barely there. “Please.”

He grins against my throat before sliding the fabric down my legs with devastating patience. I kick them away, my pulse a war drum. Naked beneath him, I’ve never felt more exposed—or more wanted.

His gaze devours me whole. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Nova. You were made for me. Every piece of you belongs to every piece of me. And I’m just as much yours as you are mine.”

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I gasp and arch.

When his mouth replaces his fingers, I lose myself in sensation. He worships first one peak, then the other, until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

His hand blazes a trail down my body before finding my center. I cry out as he works me open, his fingers stretching and preparing me with expert precision. I’m dripping for him, aching to be filled.

“Samuil,” My voice breaks. “I need you. Now.”

He nods, eyes locked on mine as he positions himself. The first press of his hardened cock against me has me wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him closer.

He enters me slowly, stretching me perfectly. My nails score his back as I adjust to his size. He stills, forehead pressed to mine.

“Okay?” The word is strained.

I smile softly. “More than okay. You feel amazing.”

His answering smile melts into concentration as he begins to move. Slow at first, then building to a punishing rhythm that has me meeting him thrust for thrust. The world narrows to just us. Just this moment of perfect unity.

Joined.

Bound.

Perfect.

His clever fingers find my clit, and pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Samuil,” I gasp. “I’m going to come.”

He groans, his pace turning frantic. “Come for me,krasavitsa. Let me feel you fall the fuck apart.”

He fills me completely, perfectly, and I fracture into stardust. It’s different now than it’s ever been before. Deeper. More intense. Maybe it’s the ring on my finger. Maybe it’s because we’ve walked through fire together. Or maybe it’s just him: my anchor in the storm, my safe harbor in the chaos.

“Samuil!” I cry out, marking his shoulders with crescent moons of possession.

He growls my name into my neck as he follows me over the edge, the word vibrating through both our bodies like a shared heartbeat.

Time stutters and stills. We stay tangled together, breathing in sync, while the candles paint shadows on the walls.

Finally, he rolls us to our sides, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

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