Page 148 of Voracious

She nods and bites my lip.

“You’re my beautiful fucking woman,” I moan as she shudders.

“Diiiiimaaaa,” she whimpers and her eyes roll back in her pretty head. The sight alone undoes me and I can’t hold back as she clenches around me, her pussy tightening and I fill her with the biggest release of my life as she hugs me back.

I’m not capable of actual sentences as I groan into her a mix of the word fuck at different lengths that somehow portray exactly how I feel and nothing at the same time. Her smile is soft as cotton as she goes limp, catching her breath.

We’re both depleted, barely able to sit straight with our hearts thudding against each other.

“I love you, lisichka,” I say breathless because I fucking can, “you’re definitely going to kill me but I’ll never fucking stop.”

A small laugh leaves her, all air, and she rolls her head on my shoulder with her eyelids drooping.

“I love you too, I can’t kill you.”

Too fucking sweet and good.She kisses my cheek and keeps repeating it as she wraps herself around me.

“Love you, only you.”

My chest isn’t big enough to contain my heart, there’s no ‘I think’ — she knows and doesn’t have to question anything.

I force myself to move before my breathing comes back to normal because she hates the feeling of not being cleaned up straight away and it’s my job to do it. I lay her beside me, hating the cold air replacing her warmth, and drop the sleeve beside the bed to be cleaned once she’s asleep. Vanya nuzzles closer to me, and hugs my forearm, her lips softly pressing below my elbow and she’s still smiling.

Combing my fingers through her hair, I lean down and kiss her temple as she whispers, “Meet me in Venus?”

“Always,” I nod.

I gently slip my arm free and clean up. She’s already on her back when I come back into the room with a warm washcloth, her eyes closed and that small smile on her face. It dips slightly as I kneel beside and clean her thighs.

“What’s wrong, lisichka?”

Vanya has a habit of crying after her body has been depleted, but I haven’t even touched the clicker. There aren’t any tears as she blinks and whispers, “I don’t know what to do.”

I drop the washcloth over the edge of the bed and lie on my back before I pull her onto my chest. With the tip of her finger, she traces the kot on my chest as I pull the sheets over us. My lips brush the top of her damp hair and I stroke down her back, feeling her warmth.

“You can do whatever you want,” I say with conviction.

She slowly nods and continues tracing the whiskers. I’ve become accustomed to hearing her talk to herself, it always gave me an insight to her thoughts, but she’s silent. A silent Vanya is my second biggest fear, only ever beaten by her not being here with me.

“I…” she trails off and audibly gulps. “I’ve spent all my life promising to hurt everyone, to kill Yulia and Marlo, now that they’re gone, what do I do?” There’s so much confusion on her features as she looks up and repeats, “What am I supposed to do, Dima?”

My answer doesn’t change as I cup the back of her head.

“Whatever you want, no one knows what they want to do, we all just pretend to know and make it up every day.”

The lost look intensifies and I throw out random suggestions.

“You like learning things, you could go to school. You like the fights and your d—Vlad will you let you run them, or you could stay here and listen to your books every day.”

She smiles but it’s off as she drops her head back to my chest. “I’m not a maid that needs to be here all the time.”

Not as a maid, as my wife.

I kiss her crown and hug her even tighter in fear that she’ll choose something that will take her away from me.

“Whatever you want is yours and you have a name now, not just a first name. You have me, you have a family, all of us are here to give you whatever you want.”

Her head pops up, the desolation leaving and replaced with a smile as she whispers in awe, “I have a real name.”

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