Page 74 of Wicked Vow

I’d never thought we’d get here. I never would have dared to dream of it, not all that long ago. But now I see him, tall and handsome, with the rays of sunlight from the window by the door cutting across his face, and I feel what I’d wanted most in the world.

Peace.

He kisses me the moment I’m within reach, pulling me in as his mouth slants over mine, Gregor held between us. When he breaks away, he gives Gregor a kiss on the top of his head, reaching out to open the door.

“Ready to see our new home?” he asks, and I nod enthusiastically, following him out to the car.

I’d expected an apartment downtown. But instead, we drive out towards the outskirts, and I realize as we turn down a tree-lined road that we’re headed for a house.

I gasp when the car pulls into a long driveway, in front of a huge white-shingled house with dark blue shutters and a porch, the front yard beautifully landscaped. I stare at Mikhail as he comes around to open my door, speechless, and he grins at me.

“We can sell it and get something else if it’s not to your taste,” he says quietly as his arm goes around my waist. “But I hoped that you’d love it.”

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, staring. “When did you–”

“Not long after I came to Boston,” Mikhail admits, looking down at me a little sheepishly. “I was hoping this day would come. So I bought the house and waited until I might eventually be able to bring you home to it.”

“Mikhail, I–it’s beautiful.” I stare at him, still unable to believe what I’m seeing.

“It’s sparsely furnished, but you can get whatever you want–decorate to your heart’s content. You’re rich now, after all,” he teases me, and I laugh.

Viktor had, in the last few months, finally managed to help me access my old accounts. My family's money is mine again. I know I, Mikhail, and our children will never want for anything now, between his work for the Kings and my inheritance.

“Do you want to see it?” he asks, and I nod eagerly.

“Of course I do.”

We walk inside, to the scent of warm wood and fresh linen, across gleaming wood floors, the afternoon sunshine spilling in through huge windows and filling the spacious, open house, up to the vaulted ceilings. Mikhail walks with me through every room, murmuring to me about the memories he wants us to make here. “I imagined us sitting in the living room together, cooking dinner in the kitchen, playing with the children in the backyard. I imagined all of it–it’s what kept me going.”

“Children?” I tease him, turning to face him as we stand in the kitchen. “So, more than one?”

“As many as you want to give me,” Mikhail says softly, stepping forward and running his fingers through my hair as he bends to kiss me. “And we can get started whenever you like.”

He hadn’t touched me, other than to kiss me, since that night at Viktor’s house before I’d left for Boston. It had felt like torture, and I know it must have for him too–but he’d wanted to wait, to prove that he could. That he could restrain himself until we were truly together again, in a place of our own.

I’m burning up for him by the time we make it to our bedroom later that night, after a takeout dinner in the kitchen and putting Gregor to bed in the nursery, a night of such quiet domesticity that it made me want to cry with the realization of just how much I’d wanted this…it…and him.

Mikhail reaches for me as the door shuts behind us, pulling me into his arms. “I’ve waited for this moment,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine, his entire body taut with need. “I’d wait as long as I had to again to have you like this–entirely mine, of your own choice.”

“I will always choose you,” I whisper against his mouth. Then I can’t speak, as his arms crush me against him, and his mouth comes down hard on mine, devouring me with all the passion that I’ve missed so much over the months and months of separation.

We stumble backward, hands tearing at clothes, gasping and moaning as we claw each other naked, leaving our clothing in a trail to the bed as Mikhail picks me up and sets me against the pillows, his gaze hungry as his mouth trails down my neck.

“Fuck, I want to taste you,” he moans, his lips dragging downwards between my breasts, over my stomach, and down between my legs as he pushes my thighs apart with a quick, rough motion that takes my breath away. I canfeelhow hungry he is, ravenous for me, and I cry out as his lips fasten over my clit, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue slides over me, hot and eager.

I’m already on the verge of coming from the moment he touches me. I run my fingers through his hair, holding his mouth against me as I grind against his face, crying out his name.

Nothing has ever felt so good. I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams, convulsing with pleasure as he slides his tongue over me throughout my climax, pushing me higher and higher until I can’t think or breathe, until all I can feel is him.

He slides up my body, his eyes dark and hungry, and I hear his groan as his swollen cock pushes against my still-clenching entrance, my body barely able to take him, even as drenched with arousal as I am. His mouth presses against mine, the taste of me still on his lips, and I feel him push slowly into me, inch by inch, as I flutter around him with the echoes of my orgasm, already on the verge of another just from the sensation of his body inside of mine.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. “I will love you forever, Natalia. You’re mine, and you always will be.”

“And you’re mine.” I slide my hand around the back of his neck, my hips arching against his as I pull him deeper, my legs tangling with his as he rocks against me, sinking deeper as we both gasp aloud.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” Mikhail gasps, groaning as I clench around him again, and I laugh softly against his lips.

“That’s alright.” I roll my hips, urging him as deeply as he can go. “We have the rest of our lives now.”

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