Page 93 of Cruel Russian's Sold Bride
I’d given Ninel the go-ahead to set everything up. White roses filled the vases, red petals covered the bed and floor, and at some point before leaving, she’d slipped back in and lit the vanilla-scented candles. It was perfect.
I set Sienna down in front of the bed and helped her out of her clothes, then quickly stripped out of mine.
Her eyes widened.
“Avit….” Her voice trailed off as she looked up at me, fingertips tracing the angel-wing tattoo on the left side of my chest.
“I love you, Sienna. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. We may come from different worlds, but you…and our baby, are my world now.”
“I love you too, Avit,” she whispered.
Gently, I eased her back onto the bed, the soft rose petals shifting beneath her. Her breath hitched, just from the way I touched her hips, just from the way I looked at her.
I slid my hand down the warm curve of her thigh, and my fingers found her already wet for me. Sienna trembled, biting her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as I explored her slowly.
I lowered myself, kissing my way down her body, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the roundness of her stomach, leaving a trail of heat everywhere my lips touched. She arched beneath me, whispering my name, encouraging me to go lower.
God, I loved how passionately she reacted to every single thing I did.
Loved that she was mine—heart, body, soul—and that she’d chosen me just as fiercely as I’d chosen her.
I took my time tasting her skin, as her hands slid into my hair and tugged as my tongue flicked over her pussy lips. Her breath grew uneven, her thighs tightened around me, her body arching up into my mouth as she moved slowly against it, taking what she needed.
Only when she was shaking and breathless beneath me did I finally move over her, bracing myself on my elbows so Icould see her face. And when I slid into her, her lips parted in a moan that tore one from my chest, too.
Her hands slid up my back, holding me as close to her as possible as we moved together.
The world slipped away.
There was only her. Her warmth. Her heartbeat. Her whispered moans against my neck. The way she looked up at me like I was something worth loving.
In just six months, everything in my life had changed.
She changed me.
Made me better.
Made me more dangerous than I had ever been, because now I had everything to lose.
And as she called out my name as we both completely unraveled around each other, I knew one thing for certain.
I would burn the world to ash before I let anything touch what was mine.
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