Page 84 of Stalk Me

Her eyes burn with desire, but also something more. Something that pulls at my heart. “I’ve dreamed of this.” Herfingers card through my hair, tugging me for another searing kiss. “Of you.”

My breathing turns ragged, my control fraying under the weight of her admission. I swallow, my voice hoarse as I rasp, “You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

Her smile is soft, a curve of pure temptation that undoes me completely. “Then take what’s yours, Daddy.”

I groan, my willpower crumbling in the face of her surrender. I lower myself over her, reaching for the hem of her dress. Silk slides over skin, and her hands are everywhere, stroking, exploring, reigniting the fire that’s always burned between us.

I pause, my hands on her thighs, looking down at this woman who holds my heart. Her eyes, twin mirrors of my soul, gaze up at me, trust and desire mingling in their depths. My thumb brushes her inner thigh, feeling the rapid thud of her pulse.

“Nikolai?” she prompts, her breath catching. “Don’t stop.”

In response, I kiss her again, my lips claiming hers as I thrust into her in one smooth motion. She arches off the bed, her fingers threading through my hair, her lips finding that spot just below my ear. I bury myself deep, shuddering at the tight heat surrounding me.

“Ty moya,” I murmur, withdrawing and thrusting again. “Always mine.”

Her fingernails dig into my back as she lifts her hips to meet my rhythm. “You’re the only one. The only one who’s ever touched this part of me.”

Hearing those words from her lips snaps my control. I drive into her, hard and deep, claiming her mouth, her neck, and her breasts in a frenzied rush. She matches my passion, her nails leaving marks on my back as she meets each thrust with abandon.

“Malishka, mymalishka,” I breathe, my fingers biting into her hips as I surge into her. “Only mine.”

Her response sends a wave of possessive heat through me. I claim her mouth, thrusting my tongue against hers in a possessive kiss as she meets my rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I know this woman, this passionate creature in my arms like I know myself. And I know exactly what she needs.

I pull back, staring down into her dazed, passion-glazed eyes. Her lips open, a soft moan escaping as they seek my mouth again. I withhold what she wants, instead dragging my mouth along her jaw to that perfect point of submission. Mymalishkaclutches at my hair as I carefully explore her exposed neck.

Daddy,” she whispers, her body arching in encouragement. Her breathy pleas turn my blood to molten lava. “Daddy, please.”

My cock throbs against her core, and I say against her skin, “I need to hear you say it again,malishka.”

“Daddy,” she gasps, her fingernails raking lightly down my back, leaving fire trails in their wake. “Please, Daddy, I need you.”

Hearing her call me that, coupled with that irresistible plea, is my undoing. I thrust into her with renewed force, claiming her mouth in a devouring kiss as I take her hard and deep. She matches my intensity, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body arching to meet each powerful stroke.

“You feel so good,malishka,” I growl against her mouth, my voice thick with need. “So tight around me.”

“Nikolai,” she moans, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t hold back. Take me.”

Her words send me over the edge, and I surrender to the primal need to brand her as mine. My mouth finds her pulse point as I pound into her with fierce, deep strokes. She cries out, her body clenching around me as she shatters apart, her orgasm ripping a hoarse groan from my throat. I follow her over the edge, spilling myself into her.

In the aftermath, I collapse against her, breathing heavily. She wraps her arms around me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. I close my eyes, inhaling her unique scent, a blend of jasmine and vanilla that’s become my addiction.

“I thought I’d lost you,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my shoulder.

I nuzzle into her neck, breathing deeply. “Never, Sofia. I’ll always come for you. Always.”

She turns her head, her lips a whisper from mine. “Say it again.”

“What,malishka?” My hands stroke up and down her spine, branding her with my touch.

“My name. The way you say it.” Her eyes search mine, her expression vulnerable, making my heart ache. “It’s like home.”

Hearing those words from her, understanding the depth of her trust in me, shatters something inside me. At that moment, I know this is forever. She’s not just a woman I desire; she’s the other half of my soul.

“Sofia,” I breathe, savoring the taste of her name on my tongue. It’s my turn to show her how much those words mean.

“I love how you say my name,” I continue, sealing each word with a soft kiss on her skin. “I love how you challenge me, the fire in your eyes when you’re passionate about something. I love your sharp tongue and your even sharper intellect.”

I capture her mouth with mine, pouring every ounce of devotion into the kiss. When I finally pull back, her eyes shine with unshed tears.

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