Chapter 24

At midnight, I make a circuit of the safe house, setting up all the cameras and the tripwire alarms. Nobody's chasing us or trying to hurt us anymore, but I'll never let my guard down with the love of my life. Returning to the house, I open the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to wake Mila, but she's not asleep.

She sits up in bed, the lamplight pooling across the sheets over her bare legs, her thick thighs, her bra holding her big tits in the perfect shape, highlighting her thickness. Her hair is wild and free down to her shoulders. She bites her lip, her eyebrows raised. Nerves try to touch her, but she pushes them away.

"Let's pretend we're in the cave," she whispers. "Nothing else exists. Just us. Whatever happens next."

I walk across the room slowly, warning myself to be as calm as possible, but it's so difficult not to leap on my woman, push my rock-hard dick between her legs and take her hard and fast.

"You're ready," I growl, meaning to ask it as a question, but it comes out almost like a command.

She makes the sexiest, softest moaning noise, then nods. "Y-yeah."

Maybe it makes me an animal, but I ignore that flutter of hesitation. My dick is too hard as I let my gaze feast on her body, especially her cleavage. "Fuck," I groan, falling to my knees beside the bed and leaning forward, taking her breasts in my hand and then slowly kissing her thickness, savoring the sounds of her moans, the way she drags her hands through my hair.

"You taste so damn good," I groan, then pull her bra down and lean back so I can get the most perfect look at her tits. Her nipples are pert, looking perfect as hell.

I take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I slip my hand up her leg. The closer I get to her sex, the warmer my hand gets, like her sweet, tight virgin hole is calling to me. Precome leaks from my end, my tip pushing against my underwear, trying to break free.

"Ah," she whimpers when I bring my hand down on her pussy over her underwear.

I massage her folds and her clit through her underwear, sucking her nipple with more pressure. Each time I touch her, she makes an even sexier noise. There's determination in each moan like she wants to let go of everything. Pretend this is the cave—our private place.

"I want you," she whispers, grabbing my shoulder and tugging urgently.

I lean back, my chest rising and falling quickly. I'm breathing hard, barely holding myself back.

"We need to take it slow," I tell her.

"Are you saying that to convince me … or yourself?"

I climb onto the bed, lying atop her, bringing my lips to hers. She gasps at the sudden lust and starts dragging her hands down my body, tugging at my shirt. I pull it over my head, and then she scrapes her fingernails passionately down my back. There's no pain, just hardness in my dick when I feel how badly she wants this.

Moving to the side slightly, I slip my hand up her leg again, rubbing her hot pussy even quicker this time.

"I fucking love when you move your hips like that," I groan quietly.

"Hmm?" She moans even louder, then bites down, probably thinking about being quiet in case we wake Drake. "Like … this?"

She pumps her hips in time with my hand, like she's grinding against my touch, chasing the pleasure. My dick is leaking precome hotly, a volcano that won't quit. She tries to keep kissing me, but the pleasure gets too much for her. Instead, she bites down on my shoulder.

I growl, and she stops. "Sorry."

"Keep going," I tell her. "It feels so damn good."

"It … does?" Her voice hitches as I push her underwear aside.

"Your warm breath. Feeling your moan as well as hearing it. Knowing how badly you want it …"

I circle her wet channel with my finger. She bites down on me again, and this time, when I growl, I'm sure she must be able to tell it's a sound of release. I love the way she moans when I return to her clit, her bite tightening. She wants to scream, I can tell, but she's doing her best to keep the ecstasy buried in her curvy body.

Moving my finger even quicker, I can sense her getting closer to an orgasm. My balls are flooded with seed. It rushes to my shaft. There's nothing I want more than to pull my dick free and bring it to her slit, push deep, push until she …

"Ah," she whimpers, clinging to me as her body trembles.

It feels like her most intense orgasm yet. Maybe it's because she no longer has to feel guilty or afraid. She no longer has to worry. For the first time, she can truly just let go. She pulses against me. Her hips buck so wildly and so damn sexily that the mattress whines.

She lets my shoulder go when it's over, lying back and panting.

"You're so wet," I groan, smoothing my hand back to her core, teasing her entrance. "You're so ready."

Her eyes snap open. For a moment, I think she's going to tell me I'm wrong.

Then a smile touches her lips that stops me momentarily, something I would've thought was impossible until it happens. It's a smile that tells me the future is ours, any damn way we want it. No more compromises. No more fear.

Moving from the bed, I start taking off my pants, keeping my gaze on my woman the whole time. She stares back at me with her cheeks flushed, her eyebrows raised, waiting for me, hungry for me, but nowhere near as hungry as I am for her. The moaning noise she makes when my cock springs free is almost enough to make me erupt.

I groan, shuddering all over when she sits up and starts taking off her bra and her underwear. When her ample, perfectly curvy tits spill free, I can't think. I climb on top of her again, pushing her tits together and greedily sucking her nipples, swirling my tongue around one and then the other.

She reaches down and wraps her hand around my shaft, squeezing and stroking up and down, spreading precome all over my length. When she guides my tip to her entrance, it's like I can feel her nerves in the tightness of the hand, the way she squeezes me urgently.

"You're so … Damn. Beautiful."

She looks up at me with that same intoxicating smile on her lips, making me even more obsessed. "I know what you did for me," she whispers, still stroking as I push with my hips, feeling her tight walls open around my tip. "I know what you sacrificed."

Her voice shifts the deeper I get, a moan escaping her, her hot breath caressing my face. There's nowhere else I'd rather be, nobody else I'd rather be with.

"It wasn't a sacrifice," I say fiercely, inching deeper, feeling more and more of her tightness and heat. "I'd do anything for you."

"You're not wearing protection," she whispers, looking me in the eye with intense meaning.

"No," I say, then push even deeper into her tight-as-fuck hole. "Is that a problem?"

She smooths her hands over my back, digging her nails in. I love it when she does that. It's like I can feel every minor change in her pleasure, every jolt of lust and near-release moving through her. "Not for me," she says.

"Not for me either," I snarl, and then I arch my hips and push the rest of the way into her. She gasps, her pussy getting tighter the further I go, and then I just stop, holding myself deep inside her, letting her feel how badly I need her. Letting her know how obvious it is that we were made for each other.

"Oh my …" she shudders. "Oh God …"

"I know," I groan. "You feel so … damn … perfect."

"I love you," she moans, then she starts moving her hips.

It hits me hard with a flurry of surprise—her words, her moves. I didn't expect her to move like this or say she loves me, but it's not like I will complain. She moans unsurely at first, but when I pull out and gently slip into her, she makes an "oh" noise like she's surprised by how good it feels.

"Oh," she says again, then grabs my shoulders differently, almost like she wants a good grip to move her perfect, wide hips.

"Fuck," I gasp as I push into her harder, faster. Her pussy makes a sexy wet noise when I go deep, like her body is talking to me and telling me she needs more, more, more. She never wants it to stop.

"Shh," she moans, then smiles, and I can read her smile. She's shhing herself as well as me. It's obvious she's about to scream as she bites her lip. I lean down, laying my weight against her, and she bites my chest like she's grateful.

"Fuck, fuck," I moan, struggling to keep my voice quiet as she bites down, and her pussy begins to quake as if she's trying to coax the come out of me.

"Fuck …"

I can't hold back anymore. I bite down on the pillow and start hammering her. She screams into my chest, the sound muffled, one word just about audible inside the pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes." I keep going, completely lost in the release, the way her unbelievably perfect tight pussy caresses my dick.

With each thrust, I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. She slips up and down my dick, bouncing hard in time with me. The mattress whines, and then she stops making noise and bites down, silently gasping, clawing at my back.

I lean up, watching as the orgasm trembles through her, her tits shaking, her eyes rolling like she's going to lose it. I can't hold on. I can't think. I just …

Fuck.

So much seed erupts from my cock, shooting up my shaft and exploding inside her. That same smile touches her lips, that intoxicating smile, as I lean in, and we share the last explosive moments of pleasure with a kiss.

After, I hold her in bed, both of us naked, sweaty, and smiling. A few minutes pass of us just lying like this. Then, my lady smooths her hand over my body, rests it on my cheek, and turns my face. She's smiling at me when I turn to look at her. "What now?" she whispers.

"Now …" I turn over so that our noses are touching. I've also got my hands on her, keeping as much contact as possible. "We start planning a real wedding."

Her eyes light up most attractively. It just hammers home how I'll never want anybody else. Then again, every single moment with my Mila does that.

I continue, "The biggest, most luxurious wedding a woman could wish for, like a fairy tale, Mila."

She shakes her head, and my heart drops, and I realize this isn't any proper proposal. What the hell am I saying? What am I thinking? I should've found a better time and chosen a ring first, dammit.

"I understa?—"

"No," she cuts in quickly, letting out a small laugh. "That's not why I was shaking my head, silly. It's just … I would have had all that if I was forced to marry Dimitri, and Dad was still …" She pauses, then says, "… alive. Then I would've had a huge wedding, but I don't want that. I only want you and Drake and space to heal."

"Then that's what you'll have," I say fiercely. "Let's stay here. Let's make this our cave. We'll go back when we're ready. Because we're having a small wedding, don't think you're not getting the dress and ring you deserve."

She cuddles closer to me. "I don't need all that. I've had the best of everything all my life, the pampered Bratva princess. Nothing has ever felt as good as just being here with you."

I smirk, leaning in for a kiss. "It's not for you. It's for me. You look like an angel wearing sweats, hammering away at the computer. You'll be even more beautiful in a dress, maybe even with a tiara."

She slaps my chest playfully, laughing. "Now you're going too far … my hacking hunk."

I laugh. "Hey, I like that one."