Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Open for me,” he orders, gliding the head of his cock to my slick entrance. I part my legs and brace myself. The first thrust splits me in two and I fall to pieces beneath him. Pleasure ricochets through my nerves with electric fusion and awareness. I relish every touch, every thrust, every feel of his masculine strength and his perfection inside me. The sound of his own groans of pleasure makes me want to weep, for I know how much I mean to him now. I know how he much he loves me. How he cherishes me. I know who we are.
My thoughts are wiped to oblivion as the first wave of pleasure washes through me. I stifle a moan and writhe beneath the weight of his body. I want this so badly. I want him. I feel like we’ve scaled mountains together. I feel as if the two of us have walked through fire and emerged — maybe not unscathed, but stronger.
Victorious.
Being claimed by him like this makes me feel so much more than what I’ve ever felt before.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear before another savage thrust. “Mine.”
Fingers tangled in hair, breathing mingled. Dampened skin and the warm, sweet, seductive scent of our bodies connecting. The feel of his hands, rough and soft, hard and gentle. The utterly perfect fullness as he stretches me, enters me, makes sweet, savage love to me.
The heath of his hand wrapped around my throat spikes my pulse. I breathe into it. Savor his warm hum of approval. The flash of pain quickly becomes pleasure. Flirting with the edge of danger makes everything bloom in such vivid color.
I take in a deep breath. Brace myself, palms down on the bed. Throw my head back. Beg.
“Please, Aleskandr. Please let me come.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls.
I don’t answer at first because I want to see what he’ll do. In seconds, he pushes me down on the bed, his hand on the small of my back holding me down before he gives me a punishing swat. “Say it.”
My eyes closed, swimming in a pool of bliss, I grin.
“I’m yours,” I drawl. “All yours, Aleksandr Romanov. There was never anyone before you and there will never be another after you. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, for all eternity.”
“Fuck yes,” he growls with another savage thrust of his hips. I shatter into brilliant perfection at the same time his hot seed spills into me. I’m vaguely aware of his groans of ecstasy and the slowing of his hips as we ride the waves of pleasure together. I’ve never come so hard, so long, or so quickly.
I grin, utterly blissed out.
He sinks down beside me and pulls out. I’m boneless and grinning as he rolls out of bed and returns with a warm cloth to wash us both off. We slide under the covers, spent and at peace.
“I love you,” I say, my words blurry and hazy in my sleepy, sex-induced coma state.
“And I love you,” he says back. He rolls over and checks the monitor to make sure our daughter’s asleep.
Our daughter.
“Ivy’s fine, too. So get some sleep, Harper.”
Content in the knowledge that the only people I’ve ever cared about in the world are safe and happy, I fall into the deepest, most blissful sleep I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Aleks
I wake the next morning to the sound of laughter. Harper’s out of bed, and I don’t have to look far to see where she’s gone. I stretch my arms out above my head and sigh.
Last night was a long, long night and I’m so damn ready to be done with this shit. So ready.
I close my eyes and give myself a rare moment to appreciate the peace. I made damn certain that no one who hurt Harper is ever going to interfere in her life again. I gave her the level of protection she deserved long, long ago.
And while she can’t live in a bubble, on my watch, she’ll have everything she wants. I hear a beep on my phone. I don’t want to work today. I don’t want to give Mikhail the rundown, or find out what else happened after the gala last night. I don’t want to do anything but enjoy this peaceful time with Ivy and Harper. Alone. Where no one can interfere. I love my family, but sometimes I need a little break.
After everything we’ve been through… I slip my phone in a drawer and close it. If it’s Mikhail, he’ll give me shit, but I don’t fucking care right now.
“Let’s go see if Daddy is up.”
Daddy. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing that. I pretend I’m asleep by pulling the covers up over my head and snoring so loudly they both giggle when they enter the room.