Page 88 of The Russian's Kidnapped Bride
I think about the safety and security. The love.
I’ve had wealth and power…I’ve known the feeling of strength and everything it can accomplish.
But nothing has compared to this. To the promise of what’s to come.
Letting go of everything else for the time being, I lean in and press soft kisses along Lily’s neck, savoring the softness and the taste I can’t get enough of.
She hums, tilting her head to the side in acceptance while her hand runs along my thigh in the water.
Reaching her pulse point, I let my lips linger there before softly sucking on her skin and letting my hands roam along her body.
Lily’s breath hitches at the gesture, and a softer breath escapes her before she huffs out an amused sound. “You’re still not worn out?”
“With you, I’m never completely sated,” I murmur against her neck, moving my lips higher while I reach up to gently angle her face closer to mine. My words whisper against her mouth. “Not when I love you as much as I do.”
Her eyes soften, becoming half-lidded while a small shiver moves through her body. “I love you too.”
I grin, satisfied by the reaction I pull from her.
And when I can’t hold back, I capture her lips with mine, unhurried yet still as greedy as ever.
By then, I don’t care how late into the night it is. Not while I taste her and savor being so close. Of knowing I have the honor of feeling every inch of her.
With her, every second is worth it.
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THE END
