Page 110 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

“You’re everything,” he breathes against my skin, his lips brushing over the curve of my hip. “Everything I never knew I needed.”

He rises, his body hovering over mine, his weight braced on his forearms as his eyes lock onto mine. The intensity in his gaze takes my breath away, and I lift a hand to his face, brushing my fingers along his jaw.

“Let me love you,” he whispers.

Before I can respond, his mouth closes around one of my nipples, and my breath hitches. Goosebumps race across myskin, and a shiver rolls through me, not from the cold, but from the tenderness of his touch. It feels like the beginning of something new—a chance to heal, to let go of the past and let him love me the way I’ve always needed.

The way I’ve always wanted.

The sensation spreads like wildfire through my veins, awakening every nerve ending.

An involuntary moan rips from my throat, and despite all the trauma I lived through today, I can’t help but crave more. My fingers trace the expanse of his bare back, memorizing the planes of his muscles, the scars that tell the story of who he is. He’s my cure, my medicine, my shelter.

Despite the bruising, nothing matters as much as feeling him close. The world narrows to just this—his touch, his breath, the way his body moves with mine like we were created from the same star. My body reacts to him, opening up as I writhe on the bed, my hands fisting his sheets, craving more.

“So beautiful,” he rumbles. “So fierce, so strong, so perfectly mine.”

A whimper falls from my lips. The throbbing inside of me grows. A second later, he takes his pants off, and the tip of his cock is against my entrance, just the head at first. With a roll of his hips, he begins his gentle caressing, feeding me his hard length inch by inch. Just when I think I can’t take another second, I lift my head, my eyes locking with his. The fierce heat between us flares, building momentum. Then he grips my hips, and with a snap of his, fills me completely. A spasm has me gasping, walls contracting against him, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he waits and gives me a chance to catch my breath, his gaze following the rhythm of my breathing. He remains perfectly still until my cries become pleas, and when he begins thrusting, he doesn’t show mercy.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demands hoarsely.

He’s setting the pace, moving relentlessly, hands gliding up the sides of my thighs, in a torturous, slow manner. His fingers find my clit, brushing over it, playing in my arousal. A small gasp echoes around the room as he rubs the sensitive flesh.

“Oh God,” I groan, my eyes shutting.

It’s not hard to admit that only he can drive me to the brink. No one ever made me feel anything like this.

“Open your eyes,volchitsa,” he orders.

Our gazes lock, and he speeds up, chasing my release. We’re glued to one another, moving together, giving and taking. He swells, stretching me impossibly wide. Soon, my toes curl and my inner walls quiver as I draw in a shuddered breath.

“Good girl,” he praises, continuing to thrust into me with a punishing, steady, frantic force.

With one final grunt, he explodes inside me, and my name is on his lips as we fall apart together. Explosive, just like everything else between us. It’s like our souls merge every time we do this.

Dazed and spent, we collapse in a messy heap. The sound of our labored breathing fades away along with every bit of tension and pain from my body. The world outside the room is distant, a storm we’ve weathered together.

I know better than anyone that things can change in a heartbeat. Even though life is a mess right now, no longer do I worry about letting myself be vulnerable. Igor, Sofiya, and Damien are more than enough reasons to believe in miracles.

“Sleep now,” I hear him whisper against my hair, pulling me to his chest.

“Make love to me again,” I murmur, barely awake.

“When you’re well again,” he says, reaching for the blankets. His protectiveness warms me more than any blanket could.

The next moment, I’m cocooned against his hard chest, tucked in and peaceful. His breath tickles my ear, his feet areintertwined with mine, and his arms are wrapped tightly around me, as if he’ll never let me go.

This is real. More real than anything I’ve ever known.

“Volchitsa,” Igor whispers. “I love you.”

The words settle into my bones like starlight, filling every dark corner with their glow. My heart ignites hearing him say it. It’s the first time either one of us acknowledged it out loud. That deep throaty voice of his is the most lethal weapon, threatening to undo me. Maybe, right here and now, Igor is Prince Charming, not the beast I took him for. He’s the warrior who’ll tear the world apart to protect me, and the man who holds me like I’m made of glass.

Closing my eyes, I slide my hand into his, bringing it up for a tender kiss, then I tell him the same three words, smiling as my heart races.

“I love you.”

I put every promise I’ve ever wanted to make into this admission, and every future I’ve ever dreamed of having.

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