Chapter 63

Chapter

Sixty-Three

"I live so I can die with you."

― Beyoncé

Caia

"Do you still have it?" I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the heat of our mingled breaths.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulled me closer. We were sprawled on the king-sized bed draped with that fancy canopy; the silk sheets cool against our heated skin.

Our bodies glistened with sweat from our wild night, legs tangled together like a story we'd been writing all along. His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the curve of my ass in slow, lazy circles, sending shivers through me.

"Of course I still have it," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Watched it at least a hundred times."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face in his neck, feeling a little shy. His laughter rumbled in his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"I thought you deleted it," I admitted, my voice muffled against his skin.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back so our eyes locked, a grin playing on his lips.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in close. "Why the hell would I delete our one and only sex tape? You looked so fucking hot—should be in a damn museum."

I couldn't help but laugh, playfully swatting at his chest. "Stop it!"

"But it's true!" he insisted, his tone teasing yet sincere. "I still can't believe you've never watched it."

"Why would I, when I have you in real life now?" I murmured, pressing my lips to his before sliding onto him.

His cock lay flat against his stomach, and as I ground my pussy against it, the slickness of my wetness made every movement smooth and effortless. I leaned back, hands gripping his legs for support, my head thrown back for the perfect view of how I was riding him. My breasts bounced with each movement, teasing him.

He didn't hesitate—his hand came up to slap one before pinching both my nipples just right.

"That you fucking do," he growled, eyes dark with desire as he watched me.

A wicked smile spread across my lips as I felt him growing harder beneath me, my clit rubbing against him deliciously. I leaned in closer, breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered softly in his ear, "You like when I ride you like this, don't you? "

"I fucking love it," he whimpered, voice dripping with lust.

I picked up the pace, pressing down harder, the slick glide of my wetness against his skin driving me wild. My hands roamed over his thighs, gripping them tightly as I moved faster.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands sliding up to grab my hips, guiding me as I rode him. His fingers dug into my flesh. I arched my back, letting my breasts bounce freely, loving how much it drove him wild. His eyes were glued to them, and I felt a rush of power at how I was making him lose control.

Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back, his body looming over mine as he took control. His cock, now fully hard, pressed against my entrance. "You want this dick inside you, don't you?" he rasped.

"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his back as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. "I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

With a low growl, he thrust into me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me cry out.

He didn't hold back, driving into me with a relentless rhythm that had me clawing at the sheets, my body arching up to meet his.

"You may be my wife, ?he grunted, his hips slamming against mine. "But tonight, I'm gonna fuck you like my whore, Caia."

I could barely think, my mind lost in him.

His hand slid down between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, teasing circles. My body quivered beneath him. Then he pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss, just like he promised he would when he fucked me missionary.

"That's it," he murmured against my lips. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

The words sent me spiraling, and with one last thrust, I shattered around him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves.

He didn't give me a second to recover.

With a dark, hungry look in his eyes, he pulled out just enough to leave me aching for him, then slammed back into me with a force that made me cry out.

He collapsed onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. "Fuck," he whispered in my ear, his voice still rough. "I've missed you and your pussy so damn much."

I laughed softly. "I missed you too."

After the priest pronounced us married, Alexsei took my old ring—the one I'd given him when I ran away—and slid it onto my left hand.

Then, with a triumphant smile, he swept me into his arms, carrying me like a bride in a fairy tale. He took me to the elevator, pressed the button for the 18th floor, and opened the door to a luxurious penthouse. The place was stunning, with elegant decor that took my breath away.

He set me down gently on the plush sofa, a playful glint in his eyes as he told me he'd rented the place for three days. His hands began to explore, slowly undressing me.

We made love in every room of the penthouse.

When we finally reached the master bedroom, adorned with a grand bed, Alexsei laid me down softly and ordered room service. While we waited for our meal, he made love to me again.

Perfect night if you ask me.

As we lay tangled in the soft sheets, the phone by the bed suddenly rang.

Alexsei reluctantly pulled away, his voice a low murmur as he answered, "Hello?" Listening intently for a moment, he looked back at me with a playful grin. "Room service is here," he said, kissing me gently on the forehead. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and confident, clad only in his boxers as he padded over to the door. I sprawled on the bed, a satisfied grin spreading across my face.

In that moment, I felt a profound sense of contentment and belonging. I was Caia Romaniev again, and this time, it was forever—until the day I die.

When he finally returned, pushing the room service cart, he set up a small feast on a nearby table, arranging the dishes with meticulous care. With everything in place, he brought over a bottle of champagne, skipping the glasses entirely.

He uncorked it with a satisfying pop and, with a mischievous grin, sat down next to me.

"To us," he said, his eyes sparkling.

I smiled, "To us."

He leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing mine before he took a gulp of champagne. Then he grabbed my chin, and as I opened my mouth instinctively, he kissed me again, letting the champagne mingle with our kiss.

I swallowed, my hands gripping his face tightly, savoring the closeness and the sweet, effervescent taste of our shared toast.

This moment felt like the culmination of a journey I could hardly have anticipated years ago.

I thought back to the first time I met Alexsei.

Back then, I could never have imagined that the man I had been compelled to seduce would one day become my husband, the father of my child, and my anchor in life.

In the quiet of the night, with my lover by my side and our future ahead, I was grateful that life's unexpected twists often bring the deepest joys.