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Every sound slipping past her lips kept me enthralled, every toss of her head keeping the fire burning hot as hell. Her actions became a perfect rhythm, rocking to the point I could easily fill her with my seed.
Every breath she took was labored, her tongue constantly darting across her bottom lip. If she only knew the filthy thoughts of what I wanted to do to her. And I would when I was free of this place.
The bed creaked, which caused her to laugh, but there was no stopping her. Even when I pinched and twisted her nipples untilshe winced. The moment was certainly one I’d remember. She was more forceful, bucking hard enough to lose her breath.
I could tell she was close to coming and shifted my hands to her hips. If she’d honestly thought I would lie here doing nothing, she was out of her mind. I pulled her up and down several times, savoring every sound she made.
There was such a strange yet perfect aspect of this moment, as if letting go anywhere implied trust. I’d take what I could get, knowing I not only wanted but needed her by my side. How interesting to admit.
She arched her back, throwing her head back once again as every muscle in her body tensed. As she was driven into the throes of passion, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Oh. Oh… Yes. So…” With another laugh, her pussy muscles clenched and released several times, pulling me further into the same darkness of need.
There was no injury capable of keeping me from hunting down satisfaction. She was still riding me like a wild horse when I suffered the realization I couldn’t hold back any longer.
As with the rush of cum as I erupted deep inside, there was a flood of emotions that I hadn’t expected.
The need to keep her safe.
The hunger to keep her satisfied.
And the longing to make good on my promise, however serious the implications.
I had no intention of returning to my world without her.
Which begged the question.
Would I return at all?
CHAPTER 21
Kirill
“How indulgent,” Vivian whispered as she nuzzled into my neck.
“Fucking in a hospital room or you climbing into bed with me?” I still had a grin on my face even if my thoughts had turned deadly.
She lifted her head to study my eyes. “Both.” As she lifted her arm to look at her watch, I noticed it was after three.
I rubbed her arm and pulled her even closer. “I assume your uncle is none too thrilled you’re caring for a Russian.”
“No, he’s not. But I don’t care.”
“He didn’t threaten me?” I laughed because there was a small part of me that hoped he would.
“I asked him to leave you alone.”
“Why?”
Vivian’s deep breath and faraway look was an indication of how difficult her life had been with her family. “Because I care about you.”
“You should care about your uncle and your father. I understand how difficult your life has been, but families are important. I want you happy.”
“Your family is the Bratva.”
She was right. “Yes, they are.”
“What about your mother and father?”
