Page 140 of Diamond Angel

I belong to him.

And he belongs to me.

We only pull apart to catch our breaths and only once he begins to soften inside me. But he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t pull away. He only tucks my legs around him, stroking the backsides of my thighs with his fingertips where he holds me.

Our brows rest together. And finally, I find my voice again.

“I couldn’t admit it until now,” I tell him softly. “But it was true from the very first night we met. Your name is already branded onto my soul, Ilarion Zakharov.”

He nods and presses another kiss to my lips. “Right where it belongs.”

57

ILARION

“How are we going to explain this to Adam?” she asks, wrapping herself up in my sheets.

It was inevitable that the sex would give way to conversation. I fucked her three different times last night, until both of us were wrung completely dry. But as sunlight filters into the open windows of my room, it’s finally time to face the outside world with our new reality.

Her soft blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders has my cock hard again. I can just about see the tops of her breasts, but her legs are in the way. She’s got her arms wrapped around them and a crease in her forehead appears that I haven’t seen since before yesterday.

“We tell him the truth.”

“The truth? Ilarion, he’s barely six!”

“We tell him that Auntie Cee is still his Auntie Cee. That I’m his father and you and I are together.”

She sighs. “He won’t understand.”

“Yes, he will. Kids feel out the truth. He’s probably already begun to suspect.”

“We’re going to need to get him therapy,” she groans, falling back on the pillows and pulling the sheets up and over her head.

Smirking, I lean forward, grab the top of the sheet, and pull it down to reveal her face. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Yes, I am. Join me, won’t you?”

“One of us has to keep their head on straight.”

She glares at me, but the moment I place my hand on her inner thigh, the glare melts into a soft smile. “I don’t want to leave this bed,” she mumbles.

“Then don’t.”

“Ha, ha. If only.” She glances at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Adam will be awake soon. He’s going to come looking for me. I need to go back to my room.”

“We’ll go together.” I push off the covers and get to my feet.

She doesn’t protest when I reach for my clothes. Instead, she beats me to them. She grabs my boxers and one of my t-shirts and tugs them on.

Fucking hell.I have more than half a mind to toss her right back into bed and pound the doubt and worry from her mind.

“You look good in my clothes.”

She blushes. “I wouldn’t need yours if you hadn’t ripped mine.”

“I’ll have to make that a habit.”

Rolling her eyes to cover a deeper blush, she heads for the door and peeps out of it, turning her head from side to side. “What the hell are you doing?” I laugh.

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