Page 19 of Bound By His Name
I reach between her thighs with two fingers, finding her soaked and swollen.
She gasps and tries to squirm.
I press harder. “You’re already close. Let them hear you.”
She cries out—wordless, high and wrecked. Her thighs tremble violently and she clenches around me like her body’s trying to drag me under with her.
I don’t stop.
I keep fucking her through it with my fingers stroking.
I feel her come again. She’s louder this time and that’s when I lose the last thread holding me back.
I grip her tighter, bury as deep as I can, and spill into her with her name on my mouth—not shouted or spoken, but breathed like a prayer I never learned how to say out loud.
When it’s over, I don’t pull out.
I press my hand flat to the small of her back and keep her there, pinned beneath me, her skin hot and damp against mine.
When I finally speak, I do it quietly—close to her ear, every word carved with certainty.
“I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
Chapter 10
Anya
I don’t dress to be looked at as I’ve learned he wants me in every and any state.
I pull on a soft grey dress, something worn and simple, and comb my hair just enough so it doesn’t tangle when the wind touches it. My skin is bare and so are my feet. I feel like myself—for the first time in weeks.
I walk through the house without hesitation. I know where I’m going. I don’t peek into rooms or second-guess the sound of my steps echoing down the corridor. Every part of me is calm.
Lev’s office door is open. He’s behind his desk with his sleeves rolled, reading a book like nothing outside of it matters.
He doesn’t speak or look up when I enter. So I sit in the chair farthest from him, fold my hands in my lap, and wait.
When he finally lifts his head, the way he looks at me strips something quiet from inside my chest. It’s not lust or approval. It’s that rare, terrible thing I’ve never been trusted with before.
It’s care.
He sets the book down and stands slowly.
“Not down there,” he smiles. “Come up where I can see you.”
I don’t say anything. I simply rise, cross the room, and climb onto his desk.
Lev stays still as I straddle him, knees tight at his hips. His hands settle around my waist like he’s grounding himself.
He lifts one hand to my face, brushing his thumb beneath my cheekbone, and studies me like he’s afraid the shape of me might change if he blinks.
“I never wanted a wife,” he says. His voice is quiet, steady. “I wanted peace. You were both. And now there’s nothing else but you.”
My throat tightens and I don’t try to hide it.
“There’s always been nothing for me,” I say. “Until I met you.”
His mouth finds mine before I can take another breath.
