Page 73 of Voracious

The only thing that matters is that I’m the last, no one else will get within enough distance to breathe the same air as her, the undeserving fucks.

She’s perfect and lifts her arms up, letting me remove her t-shirt. Ana pushes against my shoulder before I can reach her stomach and try to remove the mark from her skin with my lips and she looks down at the three letters.

“I can’t read Russian, what does it mean?”

Am I fuck telling her the lies that were placed on her skin?

Lying is easy when I act as though I don’t understand what she’s asking and give her the true meaning behind the act and not the word.

“It means you’re strong, good, and fucking perfect.”

Her smile comes out and she doesn’t buy my bullshit avoidance.

“That’s a lot for three letters.”

Nodding against her lips, I undo the top button of her jeans, giving my fingers space to fit down the back of her waistband and hold her ass.

The idea has barely had enough time to form but I need her to see what I do and kiss her neck.

“Do you trust me, moya krasota?”

My hellion is sweet as fuck and doesn’t even have to think about her answer as she says, “Always.”

There’s no ‘probably not’ or outright no. Fucking perfection in my arms. She giggles at my eagerness as I stand with her attached to me and wraps her legs around my waist, pressing featherlight kisses to my neck with each step I take to our bedroom. There’s no resistance until I try and lay her on the bed, and she tightens her limbs around me. I straighten up and there’s a pink blush on the apples of her cheeks as she scrunches her nose up.

“Can I shower? I can smell that house on me.”

Detouring to the bathroom, I let the water run, making sure it’s the perfect temperature for my hellion and sit her on the vanity so I can get rid of the rest of her clothes.She doesn’t stop me until I start doing the same with my own and her brows come together.

“Do you think I can’t do things for myself?”

Her voice hardens and I get distracted when she crosses her arms over her chest, presenting her tits on the shelf of her forearms. Fuck, she’s fucking unreal. Everything about her is beautiful and she’s got the healthiest glow to her skin. The only thing that would make her look better is my hand wrapped around her neck.Doing just that, I step between her thighs and trace the contours of her neck with my thumb. I gently press my finger under the chain resting against her collar bones and those mesmerizing eyes are on me.

“Do you know what this means, lisichka?”

She rolls her eyes and strokes across my ribs. “Yes. It’s a collar. I’m not dumb.”

And she still wore it.

“Never dumb,” I agree.

Sealing our lips together as the steam rises, I give her the meaning she’s purposefully leaving out.

“It means you are mine to protect and care for. Not because you can’t do it, but you shouldn’t have to. It’s my job now, hellion.”

Realization has her blushing and a small ‘oh’ leaving her lips. Cute as fuck.She doesn’t stop me again and allows me to pick her up and walk us under the spray. Ana winces as soon as the water touches her back. It’s the same setting she had in her old bathroom, but I lower it until she’s comfortable. She wiggles her ass in my hands, and I grind up into her, causing her to gasp against my cheek as she rests her forehead on my temple. She’s responsive as fuck, and she always loses her mind over the small touches, but she narrows her eyes at me with the most innocent threat she’s ever given.

“If you fall I’m going to laugh at you.”

She’s crazy to think I’d ever risk her, but I set her on her feet, and she angles her head back, so the spray touches her hair. I comb my fingers through the strands until it’s held in a ponytail as she steps forward and talks to them. “Please don’t fall out.”

It’s healthier since she stopped putting chemicals on it and started getting actual nourishment. Little strands still fall away, and I kiss her shoulder before picking up the shampoo she obsesses over. Washing her hair while she focuses on her body, I distract her and hide the ones that fall out on the black tile. They blend in enough that she won’t notice them and get upset and I’ll get rid of them before she wakes up to see them like I do with the strands that snap while she’s asleep.

I notice her humming to herself for the first time, it may be because I’m aware of what it is or her head is in my hands as she slowly tilts her head in time with the rhythm, but witnessing it live is a different level of heartwarming. I don’t mean to disturb her comfort, but the intrigue needles me, forcing me to ask, “How have you stayed so innocent?”

She turns in my arms and blinks up at me sweetly. It turns devious within a split second, and she drops her voice, showing her crazy.

“There are two people inside my head.”

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