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Could he be the very future I was looking for?

Dare I hope?

Chapter Twenty

Aleksey

I woke to a shaft of sunlight hitting me directly in the eye and blinked to clear my vision. Another perfect Chicago day greeted me outside the windows, but nothing compared to the sense I felt deep inside.

It was the same feeling I had experienced for weeks since we had taken the boating trip on Lake Michigan.

It was because of her.

Elia shifted in my arms and I gripped her tightly, not wanting to relinquish her warm body just yet. She had proven to be far more than I could have anticipated: intelligent, caring, and funny. But that was just the surface. Slowly, I was starting to see her true nature emerge, both in and out of our bed.

Our bed.I never thought I’d readily say that about someone that I was supposed to be enemies with. She had fallen into my life without warning. And in the weeks since our first meeting outside of the bar in Williamsburg, it had become plainly obvious that here was where she belonged.

And now, it was becoming very difficult to imagine my life without her.

Elia murmured in her sleep, and I realized that I had been holding her too tightly. I had no fears in life. My father had drilled it into me that my death was an inevitability, and there was no use living in fear of the inevitable.

“Let’s fly away together, Aleks. Just you and me.”The same haunting whisper echoed, snapping me out of my blissful reverie and sending a chill down my spine.

One thingdidterrify me. A familiar tremor ran through my fingertips and I took in a deep breath, inhaling Elia’s familiar scent in an attempt to drive away the ghosts whispering in my ear. The calm stillness of morning now felt stifling.

Somehow, she’d gotten under my skin. Bit by bit, and now she was embedded deeply in my own blackened soul. And I knew that digging her out meant ripping myself apart.

She can’t hurt me anymore. No more than I can hurt her,I reminded myself as I leaned down, pressing my lips to Elia’s temple.

Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I murmured against her skin. She knew nothing and suspected nothing. Just the way I wanted it. “Did you sleep well?”

Elia stretched, still in the circle of my arms. “I did.”

I covered her body with mine, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as I pressed my cock between her legs.

“A proper morning greeting.” I framed her face with my hands. “My lovely wife.”

I felt her smile beneath my lips as I kissed her softly, savoring the softness fluttering across mine. She kissed me back tenderly as her hands came up, running along the broad expanse of my bare shoulders. Nipping at her bottom lip, I allowed my own hand to roam down her side, cupping her bare hip possessively. Elia had forgone wearing clothing to bed recently, and I liked the idea of having full access whenever I wanted.

She broke the kiss with a gasp as my hand traveled between our bodies and found her already wet.

“Have you been dreaming again?” I breathed, pressing my forehead against hers. “About this exact moment?”

“Yes,” she sighed as my fingers touched her swollen clit.

She wanted release as badly as I did. Her slickness coated my fingers with every stroke, and I felt her desperate need, hot and throbbing, as her hips moved to match my rhythm.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I murmured. “Take what you want. What you need.” I nipped her shoulder with my teeth, grazing her collarbone with my teeth, lips, and tongue. Her breaths grew more ragged and erratic, and her legs slowly parted.

“Put yourself inside me,” Elia gasped. “Now.”

My cock tightened painfully as I nudged her legs open, not removing my fingers as I slid inside her warmth. She tightened around me and cried out as pleasure overtook her.

“Fuck me,” I growled, removing my hand so I could grip her hips and angle her higher. “Fuck me like you want me.”

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