Page 84 of Possessive Vows

A nurse brings a plastic wheelchair. I transfer over to it and let Loretta wheel me straight into the shower.

I let the cool water wash over my head, waiting to strip off my clothes until the worst of the filth swirls the drain.

Loretta adjusts the temperature. Steam rises.

A few minutes later, she turns off the water and offers me a towel. My skin glows a light pink. I dress in the scrubs they offer and leave my face bare and my hair loose, too impatient to return to the other room to fiddle with makeup.

When Loretta wheels me into the VIP suite, Zoya stands stubbornly in front of the bathroom, refusing to go in with anyone. Her eyes light with hope when she sees me. I offer her my hand and lead her in for a quick wash, closing the door behind us for privacy.

She refuses to let me take her stuffed animal, so I dab at the spots of blood as it sits in her lap while she changes her shirt. The look of pride on her face when she settles the fabric into place fills me with wonder. Even though it’s backward, I don’t suggest changing it. If this is the first time anyone has ever allowed her to dress herself, then I won’t discourage her.

I kiss her forehead and brush her hair back from her face. We share a moment just being with each other, and she pats my chin as though to tell me everything will be okay. I give her another kiss and lead her back out into the room.

The doctor orders tests for Dimitri’s concussion. My husband tries to brush the woman off, but I weave my fingers through his and tell her to run them all.

Less than an hour later, with the kids napping on the couch after pilfering the four trays of food the nurses placed on the coffee table, the doctor assures us he shouldn’t have lasting symptoms.

With my fears eased, I let Aurora and Loretta take over packing our things while the men do the heavy lifting. Dimitri places Zoya in my lap in the wheelchair. She wakes for a moment, cuddles against me, and goes back to sleep. Artur rubs his eyes and stumbles after Tristan and Aurora. Maksim wraps himself around his father and promptly drools all over Dimitri’s shoulder as he snores.

We make it to the townhouse without issue and settle Zoya in bed beside Artur even though it’s the middle of the day. Before we even close the door behind us, all three of them are sound asleep.

Dimitri crowds me against the wall without touching me.

“You owe me a kiss,so´lnyshka,” he murmurs.

I grab his nape and close the distance between us, desperate to ease the ache in my core and eager to join our bodies as closely as our souls are interwoven.

His delicious scent fills my nostrils as his tongue invades my mouth. I devour him and still need more. He nips the tip of my tongue with just enough pressure to pull me out of my mania.

I hiss and pull back. He grabs my ass and lifts my feet off the floor.

A flash of horror streaks through me as his hands first touch my ass, but with him filling my senses, I banish my nightmares and tighten my grip on his nape. He groans into my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pussy against his stomach.

“I need to taste you,” I demand.

He chuckles and sucks my earlobe into his mouth as he turns and stalks down the hall.

“You can put your mouth on me whenever you want,so´lnyshka, but tonight I will worship my queen with my tongue first,” he whispers.

Goosebumps rise on my flesh. I run my lips over his stubbled chin and lick the corner of his mouth. His low groan vibrates deep into my bones. My core clenches.

No pain rises. I marvel over the slickness in my panties even as apprehension builds in my chest.

He’s so big everywhere and it’s been close to a year and a half since I had sex. Plus, the months of recovery weigh heavy at the back of my mind, but I want him as I have never wanted another man before.

“Dimitri,” I manage through the electricity zapping through me as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my jawline.

He steps into the master bedroom and locks the door behind us before gathering my hair in his fist and pulling my face back to study me.

“Yes,so´lnyshka?” he asks.

“I love you.”

The words spew from the bottom of my heart and out through my mouth before I can catch them. Pure delight shines from his sky-blue eyes, and I realize I wouldn’t take the words back if my life depended on it.

My angel of death stole his way past my defenses and built me into a stronger woman. He gave me patience and unwavering support as I battled my demons. His voice pulled me from nightmares while his children gave me purpose.

“I am obsessed with you too, Camilla,” he rumbles.

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