Page 88 of The Den of Sin
“Romantic,” I told her. “Besides, we waited long enough. I should have married you five years ago. Instead, I was a jack-”
She placed her cool fingers on my lips, her body leaning into me. “I think it all worked out the way it was supposed to.”
Yes, this woman was too forgiving, and I would keep her safe for the rest of our lives, making it up to her.
Epilogue
Isabella - Six Months Later
Come Join Us in
The Den of Sin
To Celebrate the Marriage of
Vasili Nikolaev and Isabella Taylor
We were married. It was the two of us against the world. We had said our vows, left our past behind, and looked forward to the future. With the reception in full swing, my husband and I made our way to the back of his nightclub.
Tonight, we’d head for our honeymoon, just the two of us. And then we’d spend a month in Key Largo. Vasili surprised me with a beach house and a new surfboard.Our retirement place,he said. It made me chuckle to think of Vasili retiring, but I’d lie if I said I wasn’t thrilled about the home. I’ve always wanted to raise a family there.
But right now, I couldn’t wait to feel his hands all over me.
“Vasili,” I stopped right before the room where he took me for the first time since college. “I have to tell you something.”
“Regrets so soon after the wedding, malyshka?” he asked half-jokingly.
“Never regrets,” I muttered as I turned around to face him. “I’m pregnant.” The light flashed in his eyes and before my next question left my lips, he beat me to it.
“Are you happy?”
My free hand fluttered to my lower belly. I was only six weeks along, but I couldn’t be happier.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I know that you’ve told me that you wanted children, but we never talked about the timing. I wasn’t sure if you-”
His lips sealed mine, stopping any more words from pouring out of my mouth.
“I’m beyond happy,” he murmured against my lips, his hand moving to caress me right below my stomach. “You make me happy, malyshka. I want to have a whole soccer team of babies with you.”
Relief swept through me, along with a swell of happiness and my lips curved into a smile. “Well, a whole soccer team might be a bit of a stretch, husband. But I wouldn’t mind a big family.”
I pulled him into the room. Now, the whole universe was set right. I loved this man, he loved me, and we’d have a big family. We already had the beginnings of one with Alexei, Sasha, Raphael, Tatiana, and Adrian. And now, we’d be adding another one in a little over seven months.
The moment we were in the bedroom, the door slammed behind us, Vasili locked us in to ensure privacy and then turned us towards the wall with the mirror. There was one thing that never eased in our relationship. This intense hunger we had for each other.
I kept my gaze trained on Vasili’s reflection as he stood behind me to unzip my dress. Warmth graced my skin each time his fingers brushed against my back and each touch fed the craving I constantly had for him.
The elaborate wedding dress floated down to a pool at my feet. I stepped from the dress, leaving my shoes behind. He never even spared it a glance, his pale eyes focused on my body only. The look in his gaze was one of reverence and love, the only thing I wanted from him since the moment I met him. His gaze briefly lingered on where our baby was nestled, setting off butterflies in my belly.
The strapless white bra followed, then his hands reached forward. He filled his palms with my breasts, squeezing then kneading, driving moans through my lips and fire through my veins.
“I love you, Isabella Nikolaev,” he rasped into my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.
My neck tilted to the side, allowing his mouth to connect with my skin. It was my surrender, and he rewarded me with feather light kisses down my neck.
“And I love you, Vasili.”
My voice shook, just as it did when we said our vows in church earlier today. My emotions for this man were strong and they unraveled me in so many ways. He didn’t need weapons to control me. He just needed my heart, a heart he has had since the first time I saw him even if he didn’t know it and I refused to admit it.
