Page 80 of Paved in Fire

“You break my heart when you say things like that, like there’s apossibility I could’ve ever done anything else.” My hands slip through her hair, trailing down her back until I’m cupping her perfect ass and pulling her tighter against me. “Loving you is a part of me, Alina, so deeply embedded that I couldn’t survive without it. It’s like breathing or the beat of my heart.” I rest my forehead against hers. “It’s who I am, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s you and me, baby, always, no matter what.”

She lets out a shaky breath when I start to kiss a line along her brow, slowly working my way down. Tears hit my lips right before the saltiness of them fills my mouth. I kiss and lick them away. We’ve both cried enough to last a lifetime, but not tonight.

“No more tears,malishka,” I whisper against her wet skin. “No more sadness, no more pain.” I slip a hand under her shirt, running my fingers along her delicate spine. “We’ve had enough to last a lifetime. No more. I want to make you feel good.”

She moans and rocks her hips. “You always make me feel good.”

I give her top lip a soft suck. “That’s all I want to do for the rest of my life. I’ll die a happy man if every day I get to wake up to your smiling face and hear you moan my name every night. That’s all I want.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Matvey.”

She starts to pull my shirt off, but before I step back, my fingers run down her spine again, hitting the dip in her lower back. Her exhale hits my lips, the heat of her breath sending a shiver down my own spine.

She tugs on my shirt again, and this time I let her pull it off. Her eyes run over me, and the hunger in them has my cock straining even harder against my jeans. Bringing her hands to my pants, she starts to unbutton them, but before she can get me naked, I still her hands. It’s her skin I want to see right now, and way too much of it is hidden from me.

Slipping my fingers under her shirt, I caress her silky soft skin and slowly peel her thermal off, leaving her in a black bra and yoga pants. Her nipples strain against the lace, begging me to wrap my mouth around them.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, drinking in the sight of her.

A blush creeps up her chest when I start to slide her pants off, letting my fingers graze her skin the whole way down. Pulling her shoes off, I toss them aside and then strip her pants off. Her panties are just as soaked as they were the last time I saw them, and the memory of burying my face between her legs has me letting out a groan as I grab her ass and pull her closer, pressing my face against her wet panties. I kiss her through the lace, breathing in her intoxicating scent while she runs her hands through my hair and moans my name.

“Please,” she begs, and that one word has me standing, picking her up as I go. Her arms and legs wrap around me as her lips find mine. She kisses me like she’ll never be able to get enough, like she needs it more than her next breath, and like I’m the most important thing in the world to her. It’s the exact way I feel about her—my Alina, the woman I’d burn the whole world down for.

When I lay her on the bed, she gives my tongue a hard suck and slides her hands down my chest to unzip my pants. I break contact long enough to undress, and then my body is pressed against hers again, and I’m kissing her like I’ll never be able to stop. With her arms wrapped around my neck, I bring one hand down and hook my thumb under her panties, slowly sliding them down her hips. She lifts her ass for me, and when her panties are off, I unclasp her bra and slowly pull it off her.

Not wanting to miss a second of this moment, I pull back so I can look at her. Her naked body is enough to make everything stop inside me. I freeze in place, unable to even grasp onto a thought. All I can do is look at her as the love I feel for her overwhelms me. There were so many times over the last two years where I’d convinced myself that this moment would never happen, and now that it’s here, it’s almost too much.

I run my hand up her body and lean closer, kissing my way up her chest. “I’m terrified this is a dream,” I admit, whispering the confession against her skin. “I’m scared to death I’ve finally lost my mind and snapped.”

“I’m here.” One of her hands cups the back of my head,fingers threading through my hair, while she grabs my other hand and puts it on her heart. “Do you feel that?”

Her heart flutters beneath my palm, a fast beat that mirrors my own racing heart.

“Yes.” I kiss her left breast, feeling the beat beneath my lips. “I feel it.”

“This is real, Matvey, and if it’s not, then I hope like hell neither one of us ever wakes up again.”

With a groan, I wrap my lips around her nipple and give a hard suck, filling my mouth with her and making her arch her back with a gasp. She tightens her grip on my hair and rocks her hips, running her hand over my back, reminding me with every caress that she’s the only woman to touch me, the only woman I’ve ever allowed to touch me, and the only woman I’ll ever want to touch me. There’s no one else for me but her.

My tongue runs over her nipple, and when I give her another suck, she locks her legs around my back, trying like hell to pull me up to her. I smile against her breast and give her one more slow lick before kissing a line up her chest. Sucking and licking her skin, I carve a path to her neck, wanting to taste every damn inch of her.

She rocks her hips, moaning my name when I slide the head of my cock over her pussy. I’m coated in pre-cum, and she’s fucking soaked. Her slippery pussy is pure fucking heaven against my cock, and all I want is to slide inside her, but first I cup her face and meet her eyes. The blue-green is even more vivid than usual, even if her eyes are glazed over and heavy-lidded at the moment. I run my eyes over her, memorizing every detail of the woman I love.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” She cups my face and smiles, and she looks so much like the old Alina, the one who used to steal my hoodies and sneak into my bedroom at night to fall asleep in my arms, that it takes my damn breath away.

“I love you so much, Alina.”

“I love you too, Matvey,” she whispers back, pulling me closer soshe can kiss me again. Everything else disappears except the feel and taste of Alina. Her body molds to mine, and the way she keeps grinding her pussy against me is making me fucking feral. Pressing the head of my cock against her slit, I suck her tongue, but I don’t enter her. I stay pressed against her soft, soaking wet lips, giving her plenty of time to tell me to stop. She’s been through too goddamn much for me to just slam into her. The last thing I want is for her to regret anything we do together.

She opens her mouth with a whimper, kissing me deeper while her body tightens around me. When she digs her heels into my ass, trying to push me into her, I smile against her lips.

“Please.”

The ragged, one-word plea is all I need, and with an excruciating slowness that surprises even myself, I finally slide into Alina. The wet heat of her envelops me, pulling a deep groan from my body and a sexy whimper from hers. So many times I’ve fantasized about this, but nothing could ever compare to the tight, wet heat wrapped around my cock or the feel of Alina’s body molded tightly against mine.

“Goddamn,” I growl against her lips when I’m fully buried inside her. I’m as close to her as humanly possible, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I cup the back of her head and slide my hand under her ass, squeezing one cheek and arching her up so I can slide in even deeper.

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