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He smiled before he pulled me in his arms, angled his head and kissed me.
When he finally broke the kiss, and considering he took a good deal of time doing it and making sure the job got done thoroughly, we were definitely running late.
“Time to share our joy and my message with the world,”Isaid, sounding exactly likeIfelt, as if that was the last thing on earthIlooked forward to doing.
“Indeed,” he replied, moving as if to do that.
I stood still and he stopped.
“But first,Ihave to tell you,I’dsayIcan’t wait to share my life with you too, but since you moved me in, catnapped my cats, stoleNova’slove forever and exposed your good taste at liking chocolate crackles,Ialready am.Andjust so you know, even with some crappy times we had no control over, so far, it’s been everything.”
AfterIfinished saying that,Alekseiwas kissing me again.
This meant we were seriously late meetingGermaine.
She was in a tizzy.
But me?
I was walking on clouds.
Chapter32
Spikeback
IslippedAlekseiout of my mouth, then got off my knees on the floor beside the bed, climbed to straddle his lap and held his gaze asItook him inside.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face between my breasts.
I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him there, asIrode him, taking my time, feeling the clench and release, the sumptuous friction of us, the delicious fullness of him invading and retreating.
He unwrapped his arms to glide his big hands up either side of my spine, pressing in, andIarched for him.
He took full advantage of my offering, sucking my nipples, rolling them with his tongue, nibbling them sensually.
I moved faster.
He pulled me off and tossed me to my back in the bed.Loomingover me, he hooked my ankles on his shoulders and drove back in.
His eyes burned flames of purple fire, holding mine captive untilIcouldn’t watch the beauty of him fucking me anymore becauseIwas coming.
Not long later, he joined me.
He gently pulled my legs from his shoulders, slid out and rolled us, soIwas flat on top of him, straddling his hips.
With his hands moving over my body, he murmured, “I’massuming from the fact we’ve been fucking here for the last eleven hours, you want to move toSpikeback.”
I started giggling.
One could say, the minuteIwas introduced to the medieval pointed arched windows, carved stone, stained glass, ostentatious columns, flagstone floors, and brooding-broken-misunderstood-hero-lives-here décor,Iwas a goner.
It was ridiculously well-preserved, and just ridiculous.Itwas likeI’dwalked eight hundred years into the past.
It was so not my thing.
But there was something about it.
Something gloomy and mysterious and magnificent.
