Chapter 36

Dalia

W e burst into our Vegas penthouse suite, and it's every bit the over-the-top, swanky pad you'd expect at the top of the Bellagio.

The view is a glittering panorama of lights and energy, perfectly reflecting the electric excitement zipping through me.

Decked out in the snazzy clothes we snagged last minute, we just had the most fabulously cliché wedding, complete with an Elvis impersonator who had more dazzle to him than the Strip.

Lev scoops me up with a grin that could outshine the neon on Fremont Street, carrying me across the threshold of our suite. His kiss is wild and passionate with a promise of forever stamped in every touch. He sets me down by the plush king-sized bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You look incredible," he whispers. "I can’t wait to see you holding our child."

I'm practically a puddle by his feet at those sweet nothings, my heart swelling in my chest. The glimmer of the city below pales in comparison to the love lighting up his eyes. This night, this man, and this wildly impulsive wedding—it's all more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

Lev's grin turns wicked as he pulls me close, his fingers tracing the edge of my dress like he's unwrapping the best damn present he's ever seen.

“You know, I’ve been waiting all night to get you out of this.”

He doesn’t waste any time. One tug and the zipper slides down, the fabric whispering to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the lacy panties I’d bought just for tonight. His eyes roam over me, hungry, taking in every curve like he’s committing it to memory.

“Damn.”

I swear, just the heat in his gaze makes my knees weak.

“I love you,” he says, and it’s more than just sweet words, it’s a promise, a declaration that hits me right in the core. My breath catches, and before I can respond, his lips are on mine. All I can do is kiss him back with everything I’ve got.

It’s slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are, who you are, until nothing else exists but the way his mouth moves, the way his tongue teases, tasting, exploring. One hand slides down my back, the other slipping under the waistband of my panties, fingers skimming over bare skin until they find that sweet spot.

I gasp into his mouth, my hips arching toward his hand, but Lev’s got all the time in the world. He’s rubbing slow circles, teasing me, building the heat until I’m squirming, desperate for more. My panties are soaked, the fabric rubbing against me with every move, amplifying the ache between my legs.

His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, each kiss sending a shiver down my spine. And then he’s kneeling, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugging them down, tossing them onto the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at me with that same hunger in his eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

And then his mouth is on me again, kissing, licking, making my breath hitch and my heart race. His fingers join in, sliding inside me in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit.

I’m losing it, the pleasure coiling tight inside me, every nerve on fire, every inch of me focused on what he’s doing. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more, more, until I’m teetering on the edge, barely able to hold on.

“Come for me,” he whispers against me, his voice thick and rough, and that’s all it takes.

I fall apart, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave. Lev holds me through it, his touch never faltering, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m trembling in his arms.

When it’s over, he pulls me close, his forehead resting against mine, and for a moment, we just breathe together, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and something sweet.

Still trembling, I look up at Lev with a wicked grin. That orgasm rocked me, but I'm not done—not by a long shot. I pull him into a kiss, tasting the remnants of my own pleasure on his lips.

I need more of him, all of him.

My fingers make quick work of his buttons, practically ripping his shirt off, then my hands drop to his belt, unbuckling it with a flick of my wrist.

He’s watching me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but that smirk falters when I push his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and all I can think about is how badly I want to taste it.

I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, enjoying the way his breath catches, the way his eyes darken with lust.

“You like that, baby?” I purr, my voice dripping with lust and need. But I don’t wait for an answer. I’m on my knees in a heartbeat, my tongue flicking over the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He groans, deep and guttural, and its music to my ears.

I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, sliding my lips down his length until he hits the back of my throat. He’s hot and heavy in my mouth, the taste of him making me moan around his cock. I bob my head, my hand stroking what I can’t take, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time I pull back.

The noises he’s making—those low, desperate groans—are spurring me on, making me want to push him closer to the edge.

His hips start to move, thrusting gently into my mouth, and I let him, taking everything he gives.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me, but he’s losing control, and I love every second of it. I can feel him tensing, his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I know he’s close.

Just when I think he’s going to lose it and spill down my throat, he pulls me off, lifting me up like I weigh nothing, and lays me back on the bed.

“Not yet,” he growls, his voice rough with need.

He starts to crawl up my body but with a sly grin I suddenly shift, shoving him onto his back instead.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I tease, straddling him, feeling his cock hot and hard against my thigh.

I don’t waste time, I’m too damn ready. I slide down onto his cock, and it’s like being split in two in the most perfect way possible. He fills me up, stretching me, and I moan as I take him all the way in.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper, starting to move, rocking my hips, grinding against him.

His hands are on my waist, guiding me, but I’m in control, and it feels incredible. I ride him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body, and all I can think about is how deep he is, how perfect this feels.

“God, you’re so tight,” he growls, his voice strained, and I can tell he’s close, but so am I.

I pick up the pace, riding him harder, faster, chasing that high, wanting to feel him come inside me. The dirty talk flows between us, nothing held back, just raw need and love, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. As I ride him, the pleasure builds until I can't hold back anymore. I throw my head back, my nails digging into his chest, and let go, the orgasm crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping for air. I can feel him twitching inside me, so close to the edge himself, but before he can reach that peak, he flips me over with a quick, determined move.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he slides back inside me, slow and deliberate. His eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, it’s like the whole world fades away. There’s nothing but the feel of him, the way his body moves with mine, the way he fills me up so completely.

He’s gentle, his thrusts deep and steady, but there’s an edge to it, a restrained intensity that makes my breath hitch.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, each word punctuated by a kiss—on my lips, my neck, my collarbone. “I love you so damn much.”

And it’s those words, that raw honesty in his voice, that makes this different, makes it more than just sex. This is love, pure and simple, and I can feel it in every touch, every thrust. He’s worshiping me, treating me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and it’s driving me wild.

His pace quickens, and I can feel the tension coiling inside me again, but it’s different this time. It’s deeper, more profound, like he’s reaching right into my soul. I can tell he’s holding back, trying to draw this out, trying to make it last, but I don’t want him to.

“Don’t hold back,” I murmur against his ear, my voice a breathless plea. He groans in response, his control slipping as he starts to move faster, harder. It’s still tender, still filled with that overwhelming love, but there’s an urgency now, a desperate need that mirrors my own.

He’s hitting all the right spots, pushing me higher and higher until I’m right on the edge again. “Lev, I’m gonna—” The words are cut off by a gasp as the pleasure overtakes me, another orgasm ripping through me, more intense than the last.

My whole body tenses, my nails raking down his back as I hold on for dear life, lost in the sensation of him inside me.

He’s right there with me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his thrusts erratic as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” he groans, his hips slamming against mine as he comes with me, filling me up, his body shaking with the force of it, my pussy milking him for every drop.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, this connection, this overwhelming mix of pleasure and love. We’re completely in sync, both of us trembling, holding each other tight as we ride out the waves together.

When it’s over, he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We’re both spent, breathless, but there’s a deep satisfaction settling in my chest, a sense of completeness I didn’t know I could feel. This man, this moment, it’s everything I never knew I needed.

We’re lying together, tangled in the sheets, his hand gently moving over my body, tracing lazy circles on my skin. There’s a softness to his touch, like he’s savoring every inch of me, and it makes my heart swell even more. He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to my belly, right on the little bump that’s growing bigger every day.

“Lev,” I murmur, brushing his hair back from his forehead, “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

He looks up at me, curious, his eyes warm and filled with love. “What is it?”

I take his hand, guiding it to rest on my belly. “Can you tell what’s inside?”

“Our child, of course.”

I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “Our children , Lev. We’re having twins.”

For a second, he just stares at me, the words sinking in. Then, his face lights up with pure, unfiltered joy.

“Twins?” he repeats, almost in disbelief. I smile in response, my eyes filling with joyful tears, and his laughter fills the room, bubbling over with excitement.

He pulls me into a kiss, deep and sweet, both of us smiling too much to keep it serious for long.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and I whisper it right back, “I love you too.”