Page 67 of Crimson Flames

“Open your eyes, Love. It’s the old man’s turn now.”

Chapter 24

As much as I would love to take this slow, I know that we will be landing in approximately thirty minutes. We have already begun our descent when Cillian stands back, grabbing onto one of the handles above as he feels the shift in altitude.

“Better hurry up, Old Man.”

It is a taunt as much as it is serious. Nessa has already coated my sweatpants, leaving a spot on the center. I do not care though. All that matters is the fact that she is limp in my arms, ready for me to bring her pleasure.

“Vtoraya Polovinka,” she whispers, causing my skin to prickle with need.

Hearing her speak in Russian will forever be my favorite sound.

I reach back behind us and untie her wrists, tossing Cillian’s belt back to him as he dresses himself. Lifting my woman in my arms, I cradle her close before laying her out on the couch beside us.

“You are so beautiful,” I say, staring down at her. The plane dips, causing that feeling of weightlessness in my stomach. I wonder how that will feel if I come inside of her when we drop again.

My fingers trace over the scar on her stomach, in awe of just how far we have all come. It still hurts every day, but the bracelets we wear take some of the ache away.

I find myself twisting it on my wrist often, thinking of what I would be doing with my little girl at that time of day. It is healing, but also heartbreaking.

And as I look at the wound that almost took my other half from me, mylisichka, I realize I need to show her how much I appreciate her fighting to stay with us.

Nessa’s hand moves to cover the wound, but I lift it away and peel her shirt off of her instead.

“Do not hide from me,” I command gently.

“But it’s worse than the others. It doesn’t look right.” She glances down at her stomach, her eyes hazing over in the way that tells me the darkness in her is trying to take over.

Bending by her side, I take her hand in mine.

“No. It is proof that you are a fighter.”

Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to it, then to others on her body that are smaller but no less significant.

“You without scars is like a blank canvas. It tells no stories, has no purpose.”

I stand and begin to remove my pants, my eyes never leaving hers. “It would be like the night without stars.”

Spreading her legs, I settle between her as she watches me closely, hanging onto every word. She is the type of woman who will never ask for reassurance, but I know that it brings her peace to have it. So I will give it as freely and as often as possible.

“Do not let the night go dark,Lisichka. Stay here with me.”

The head of my cock nudges at her entrance, and she wraps her legs around me.

“I’m with you,” she says firmly, her eyes finally clear. They shine like twin flames that ignite my soul.

Slowly, I slide into her. Once I am fully seated, we both sigh.

“Do you feel full?” I ask.

“Yes,” her walls squeeze me, causing a groan to slide past my lips. “But I need you to move. Remind me I’m yours.”

Her words spur me on, but I still take it slow. Not because I believe she is breakable, but because I want her to feel every single inch of me.

I want her to writhe on my cock like she cannot get enough, and then I want her to squirt her release all over this couch so that we never forget the moment she let me reclaim her.

Lifting one of her legs, I try to find the spot that made her soak my pants earlier. As much as I thought I would not enjoy group activities, I have to admit I was very naive.

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