Page 113 of Beautiful Agony

Her delicate fingers wrap around my length, trying to guide me where she wants me. But I resist, pulling back just enough to drink in the sight of her.

"Let me look at you,zvyozdochka," I murmur against her lips. "I want to remember every detail.”

She whimpers but stills her hand, letting me gaze down at her flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips. Her amber-flecked eyes are dark with desire, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo. The gentle curve of her belly only enhances her beauty.

"You're perfect," I breathe, tracing my fingers along her collarbone. "So incredibly perfect."

I enter Lacey slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Her amber-flecked eyes widen and her lips part in a soft gasp. The warmth of her body welcomes me, and I have to pause to catch my breath at how perfect she feels.

"I love you," I whisper against her lips, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

Her fingernails dig into my back, urging me deeper. "I love you too."

She pulls me closer until there's no space left between us. Her hands drift down to my hips, silently begging me to move faster. But I want to savor this moment, to memorize every sensation.

When I kiss her again, I pour all my fears and hopes into it. Her response tells me she understands—that she shares the same worries about what tomorrow might bring. Her fingers tighten on my skin as if afraid I might disappear.

I break the kiss to look into her eyes, seeing my own emotions reflected there. The love. The fear. The desperate need to hold onto this moment.

"Stay with me," she breathes, and I'm not sure if she means right now or forever.

"Always," I promise, knowing I'll move heaven and earth to keep my word.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer as I continue to move within her. Each thrust is deliberate, measured, as if we have all the time in the world. As if dawn will never come to steal this perfect moment from us.

I lose myself in Lacey's warmth as we move together. The boundaries between our bodies blur until I can no longer tell where I end and she begins. But that's exactly what I want—this perfect unity, this complete surrender to each other.

Her inner walls grip me tightly as I increase my pace. She matches me perfectly, rising to meet each thrust. Her delicate fingers find the back of my neck, pulling me down for another searing kiss.

The way she responds to me, accepts all of me without hesitation or judgment—it still amazes me. She's seen the darkest parts of my soul, witnessed the violence I'm capable of, and yet she doesn't flinch. Instead, she wraps herself around me tighter, as if trying to absorb my darkness into her light.

Before her, I thought I was nothing but a monster wearing an expensive suit. Pyotr's bastard, destined to become just like him. But Lacey broke through every barrier I built. She showed me that I could be more than just the sum of my sins.

Most incredibly, she made me believe I was worthy of love. Not just any love, butherlove specifically—that infinite well of goodness that nothing can corrupt. Not Sayanaa's cruelty, not Olga's manipulations, not even my own violent nature has dimmed that light within her.

Her love washes over me like a cleansing tide, making me feel whole in ways I never thought possible. The way she gives herself to me completely, trusting me with not just her body but her heart—it humbles me every time.

Lacey breaks away from my kiss, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"I love you," she cries out with every roll of my hips. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

The raw emotion in her voice makes my heart stutter. My careful rhythm falters as I feel my control beginning to slip.

"I can't... I can't hold back anymore,zvyozdochka," I groan against her neck.

"Then don't," she gasps, pulling me closer. “Come for me! Please!”

Her inner walls suddenly clamp down around my cock as her orgasm takes her. The sensation of her pussy rippling and clenching around me is exquisite torture. Her body arches beneath me, those perfect breasts pressing against my chest as she shakes. Her amber-flecked eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an exquisite scream of pleasure.

The sensation of her coming undone all around me pushes me over the edge. My second release hits me and I empty myselfdeep inside her with a guttural groan. Each pulse of my cock draws another tremor from her body as she flutters around me.

"I love you," I manage to gasp between waves of pleasure, barely recognizing my own voice as the tears start clouding my eyes at the thought of what awaits us in Los Angeles. "I love you so much."

35

LACEY

I watchas the crew loads racks of clothing onto the Gulfstream—each piece a weapon in our arsenal against Kirsan. My hand drifts to my belly, now noticeably rounded at four months as a flutter of movement passes through my stomach.

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