Page 95 of Lord of Passion

Lifting her in my arms, I laugh and kiss her soundly. "You can always have as many bees as you want,moya lyubov'. But we might need a beekeeper on standby."

Epilogue

In which there is Ceremonial Bread and Caroline riding her husband like a cowgirl. And because we must, there is cake.

Caroline…

"Aside from the bee thing, I think this wedding turned out beautifully," Liria said, a little tipsy because the twins are getting bottle-fed tonight and she can have all the cocktails she wants.

"It wasn't the perfect ceremony that I'd pictured," I admit, "but it was beautiful." We're on the roof of our penthouse, guests congregating in the garden and around the pool. The twinkle lights blazing and long rows of tables groaning under the weight ofZakuski, savory little pastries, yet another caviar bar because these people can't live without their fish eggs,Bliniand smoked salmon and at least a dozen dishes that I'm a little too dazed to recall.

The wedding cake is, of course, coated in a layer of marzipan.

"It's fascinating to watch our Russian guests mingle with the American ones." I take another sip of champagne as Liria hums in agreement.

Dariy Agapov gallops up to me, a huge grin on his face. "A pleasure to see you, Caroline Morozova!Sovet da lyubov', may you live in love and agreement."

"Thank you, Dariy Agapov, I'm honored." I know that if I even allow a handshake, Nikandr will come storming across the room. He was very much against Dariy coming at all, but I insisted on it. After all, he's the reason we got married, if you think about it. One of the Bratva's key party drug importers strolls by, her red dress almost the same shade of her flaming red hair.

"Goodnight, Caroline Morozova, Liria Morozova!" And he's off. I'm not sure who I should be concerned about, that redhead, or Dariy. She looks dangerous.

Yuri and Tania guide us over to a little table holding a special round, decorated bread called aKorovai. "The bread is meant to symbolize life and hospitality," Tania explains. "And the salt has historically been considered a luxury item, indicating prosperity for the new couple." She squeezes my hand and whispers, "We're truly happy that you are our daughter." I pull out my special wedding handkerchief and dab my eyes before I descend into a hideous, raccoon-like state.

Following Nikandr's lead, I break off a piece, dip it in salt, and I feed it to him. He closes his mouth around my fingertips, damn him, and I feel his tongue flutter along my skin. As if my body no longer waits for me to decide anything, I'm instantly wet. Achingly wet, from his talented tongue and diabolical smile.

As everyone heads to the dance floor or into secluded corners to talk business, I grab his hand and pull, walking swiftly into the penthouse before anyone can pin us down.

"Why,Plokhoy kot, my bad cat, where can you be taking me in such a rush?"

"Do not mess with me, Mr. Morozov!" I move faster and I hear him trying to smother his laughter.

The instant I pull him through our bedroom door, Nikandr slams it shut and presses me against it. "I want my present," I whisper, giving his neck a little bite.

His giant hands slide over my ass, squeezing hard. "What would you like?"

Unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt, I spread it out, admiring his gorgeous chest. There's a little cat there, orange/red and so lifelike.Carolineis tattooed inside the snarly, yowling cat, half a dozen times before the artist ran out of room. Kissing it, I pull his shirt out of his waistband, fastening my lips around his nipple, sucking hard and loving his tortured groan.

"I wish I could rip this dress off you, pretty as it is." He runs his tongue down my neck. "What do you want for your present?"

"For starters, I want to suck you." His eyes darken, almost back. "Then, I would like you to lick me."

"These things are both possible." My husband kisses me before biting the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. He's not gentle.

"Lastly, I want us to come while I'm riding you in my wedding dress." His expression is positively feral.

"Fuck yes!" His hands go to my hips and he throws me on the bed, the silk of my dress flying everywhere. Before I can blink, he's pulling my undies off and flipping back my skirt over my waist. "I would like to ask for one change in the order of this gift." He's staring at my center, already wet, I know, stroking his rough hands against my thighs.

"Oh?" I can't stop staring at his gorgeous, intent face.

"I need to lick you first." His thumb brushes over my wet center, spreading my lips. "If you put that hot little mouth on me, I'm going to embarrass myself."

Pretending to think about it for like, two seconds, I nod graciously. He's on me, his long tongue dragging through my pussy, his fingers spreading me open. Touching a wet finger to his tongue, Nik groans. "Nothing could ever taste this sweet." Pushing his finger in my mouth, he orders, "Lick it clean."

I'm going to die before I get to ride his dick.

That magical tongue is curling around my clitoris before he sucks it into his mouth. Hard. My back arches off the bed and I moan, despite my vow to somehow stay quiet. It's violent and messy, the way his lips are pulling on my clit, tickling with his tongue, and when he shoves two fingers inside me, I wail, the heat and pressure of his mouth, his sure fingers fucking me. It's like fire and it can't stay inside me anymore.

Pushing my hips up against his mouth, I feel him hum approvingly, the vibrations are too much. I can't- I come so hard that I feel the slick gush from me and my husband chuckles, chasing every drop with his tongue. Lying there panting, I watch him yank down his zipper, stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs. "You're huge tonight," I sigh gloatingly. Greedy for him. There's no looking away from his enormous cock, thick and hard and I open my mouth.