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I moan. God, she makes me feel incredible. I never want this to end. I lift her on the wall, cupping her ass. She pulls me tightly to her. Her nipples are rubbing on my chest and turning hard. The water flowing over us adds to the ambiance, but it isn’t ideal for me to fuck her against the wall on her first go. No, I’m going to do this right.

I turn off the water, grab a towel, and wrap it around her shoulders to keep a draft off her as I carry her to my bed. This is the new me. This will be a night she’ll never forget.

17

DASHA

Kissing in the shower leaves me hungry for more. His lips cover mine, and I never want this to end. He doesn’t mind that we’re soaking wet and lying on the expensive mattress. The water beads on our bodies, making them slick. The sensation of his hairy chest rubbing against my skin is delectable, and my nipples tighten.

He leans over me and looks into my eyes. I stare back at him.

“You are mine. You’ll never be with another man. You’ll never look at another man the way you look at me. If any man touches you, he will die.”

I nod, knowing he would kill for me.

“Say it.”

“I’ll never look at another man the way I look at you.” My words are not hollow. I can’t tell him he captivates my thoughts. When he walks into a room, my heart soars.

I’ll never have these feelings for another man. It’s not because he’s my first. More importantly, when he smiles, I know he’s happy. He rarely smiles, so sharing it with me is meaningful. He validates my existence. as being worthy or more than what I’ve become under my father. Roman doesn’t treat me differently because I’m not as worldly or sophisticated as his friends.

We can sit together in silence and not be uncomfortable. He provides the finest things in life, but I don’t need grandeur or the life of a rock star, although it is rather nice, I’ll admit. He’s opened my eyes, showing me a world I have only ever seen in magazines and travel brochures.

It was always a pipe dream to leave Minsk, but Roman made it happen. When he holds me, I’m not scared of anything, and I love it. He believes in me when I don’t believe in myself.

His lips ravage mine, and he kisses and sucks on my neck. I feel his hands in my hair as he threads it through my thick tresses. Making a fist, he tugs on it, and I gasp. My head tilts back, giving him more access to my neck.

My back arches, and he buries his face between my breasts and groans. He caresses one with his hand, then sucks the nipple into his mouth. He plays with it, flicking his tongue over it before gently nipping it with his teeth. It’s like strumming a chord that leads to my vagina, and my body has an awakening of lust I’ve never known before.

I’m wet between my legs and not from the shower. Pressure builds inside me, and I’m afraid my ovaries will explode if I don’t find a release. I grind my hips against him as he lies prone over me.

I close my eyes and run my hands through his dark hair, over his shoulders and biceps, and down his back, exploring his toned body with touch instead of vision. Sweet mother of God, I can’t get enough of him.

My pussy longs for him to fill me. He moves his attention to my other breast, pushing it into his mouth and eliciting a moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself.

His lips work their way over my ribs, down my abs, and when he reaches my lower belly, I squeal. My eyes fly open, and my hands go to the area to defend myself. His lips tickle and delight me at the same time.

He moves my hands away. “You’re beautiful. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Dasha.”

I feel vulnerable but comply, wondering what he will do next.

The mattress dips as he shifts his weight. I lift my head and see him kneeling on the floor. He grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge.

His fingers move to the triangle between my legs. I stiffen when his fingers part my lips, then relax when his tongue licks me in places no one has ever touched. He flicks his tongue over my clit, then massages it with his thumb.

“Ah,” I moan loudly.

I squirm on the bed as he drives me crazy. The feeling is delicious, but protecting my inner sanctum is second nature. I move my knees together. I can’t be vulnerable. He’s worming his way into my heart. What will happen when I willingly give myself to him?

Roman places his hands on my knees and parts them. “Relax. Trust me.”

This is sex, nothing more, I remind myself.

He spreads my legs wide, and I feel his hot breath on my private parts. I want to cover myself but don’t want him to think I’m a prude. I’m naked physically and emotionally.

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