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Those words alone could make me come. Although I wasn’t sure whether she meant to say them aloud. Her eyes were lowered, staring at the spot where we almost connected. Her heat at the tip of my cock. “P-please, don’t make me wait.”
In one forceful thrust, I powered into her tight pussy, filling her to the hilt. Tatiana cried out, staring down at where we were joined. I didn’t blame her; I watched us too. It was impossible to peel my eyes away from where our bodies were connected.
“You’re too big,” she choked out.
“You’ll get used to me,” I gritted, keeping myself still. God, she felt like heaven and hell. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, fighting the urge to start fucking her hard and fast. I thrust into her with slow, shallow movements unable to hold myself still any longer. Her eyes sparkled like fucking stars, pulling me under her spell.
“Look at us, Tatiana,” I grunted as I moved in and out of her. Her walls clenched around my cock, strangling me. Her fingers gripped the sheets, wrinkling them as she ground against me. But her eyes were locked on where we connected.
“More,” she whimpered. “Konstantin, p-please.”
I slammed inside her, more than happy to give her more. Once I filled her to the hilt, all bets were off. I fucked her harder and faster, her walls welcoming my every thrust. Her whimpers turned into soft moans, then high-pitched screams as I powered into her tight heat. Over and over again. Flesh against flesh. Groins slapped against one another. Her hand came to my biceps, but it wasn’t to push me away. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, urging me on.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted between moans, her head tilting back and her eyes squeezing shut. Strands of her blonde hair fanned around her head, giving her a halo and her rose-scented perfume filled the air between us. I breathed it in, letting it overtake all my other senses. With her, the rose scent was an aphrodisiac.
“Look at us.” She thrashed against the sheets, her pussy taking me higher and higher. She was close, I could feel it in the way her body coiled.
Her eyes sparked as she opened them, then lowered them between our bodies. I thrust inside her, hard and fast. It was like I had lost all control and fucked her to oblivion with the intent to own her. Possess her.
“You and me. It was always you and me,” I groaned.
Her small whimpers urged me on, begging for release. I pulled almost all the way out and her growl vibrated in her throat, but before she could say anything I drove back in.
She fucking glowed as she came apart under me. Her throaty moans and her fingers digging into my biceps as she shook underneath me. It was all I needed to find my own release. My balls tightened, that familiar feeling in the back of my spine and my own release came crashing harder than ever before. I emptied myself into her.
Her body slack underneath me and both of us breathing hard, I pulled her to me as I rolled over on the bed. Her head nestled into my chest and a deep sigh left her mouth.
God, I fucking missed her sounds. It only took one to hear and I needed them for life.
“I’m never letting you go this time,” I whispered, pressing my kiss against her temple, as her eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her lips. Fuck, that alone could bring me to my knees.
I'd loved her for far too long from the shadows to let her go now. I’d hammer through her walls and keep her prisoner in this cocoon we’d created. In our world.
“Adrian,” she murmured softly as she dozed off and my fucking heart froze.
It only took one name, a single word, to rattle me to my bones.
Suddenly, I wished I could kill the fucking bastard all over again.
Tatiana Nikolaev needed a lesson in what it meant to be owned by a Konstantin. It was time to teach it to her.
TWENTY-THREE
TATIANA
We danced under the stars in the snow covered, gravel parking lot, not a single building around us. The moon and headlights from our rental afforded us our only light. It was a cold Russian night, right outside Moscow and our breath fogged the air.
“It’s cold,” I grumbled, closing an inch of space between us.
“I’ll keep you warm,” Adrian vowed. We slow-danced, snow crunching at our feet. I wore my white sweater dress with red Ugg boots and a matching colored jacket. The fleece leggings blocked some of the cold, but it wasn’t enough. I could honestly say that my Russian heritage extended only as far as my last name. I was an American girl through and through.
“Always remember, Tatiana.” Adrian’s mouth moved against my scalp. “No matter what happens, I go on.”
I lifted my head to look at him. Adrian’s voice was dark and so was his expression. His words made no sense, unless he was just quoting the song.
“Why are we here, Adrian?” I asked him softly, letting him lead me as we danced to the music that played through the speakers of the rented car. Jillian Edwards’ song “I Go On” wouldn’t have been my choice of a song for us to dance to. Especially not the first dance after we just eloped.
We had been married for almost twenty-four hours. It wasn’t exactly the dream wedding I’d always envisioned, but I had his ring on my finger. It was enough.
