Page 70 of Owned By the Russian

Of course, she didn’t actually need time to “collect herself.”

She needed a moment alone because she and Ilya had a plan. They had never believed in thatbad luckbullshit of the groom and the bride seeing before the wedding anyway.

A rustle near the window had her turning just in time to see a figure slip inside.

Her lips curved, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she looked him over. “You know, doors exist for a reason, Ilya.”

He straightened, brushing invisible dust off his suit, looking every inch the powerful, devastatingly handsome man she was about to marry.

“Too many people at the door,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her, dark and hungry. “And I needed to see you.”

Valentina shivered under his gaze. “You’ll see me in about ten minutes at the altar.”

His lips curled as he stepped closer, his hands sliding over her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I couldn’t wait ten minutes.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “Fuck, you look stunning. You were right about the dress. I’m dead.”

She smirked as his hands toyed with his tie. “Not so bad yourself,Lyubimyy.”

His hands tightened, his breath fanning against her lips. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Her heart clenched. “I love you.”

His gaze softened, something raw flashing in his eyes. “I love you too.”

Then he kissed her, slow and deep, fingers tangling into her styled hair, his body pressing her back against the vanity.

Her hands fisted in his suit, nails digging into the fabric as she gasped against his mouth, her breath warm, uneven. She nipped at his lower lip, dragging it between her teeth before releasing it with a smirk.

“You look so fucking good with a tie.”

Ilya’s hands were already on her, pushing her against the vanity as he worked the layers of her gown out of the way. “Oh yeah?” His voice lowered with intent. “What do you think of some good dick?I mean, luck?before we say our vows?”

A breathless laugh left her as she fumbled with his belt, her hands just as desperate as his. “We’re supposed to be walking down the aisle right now.”

“Then we better make it quick.”

His hands gripped her thighs and lifted her onto the vanity, slotting himself between her legs, his touch rough and claiming. His fingers slid beneath the lace of her panties, dragging them down her legs with a slow, deliberate pull.

“I should make you walk down the aisle like this,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “No panties. Just my cum dripping down your thighs while everyone watches you try to keep it together.”

A sharp breath left her, arousal burning low in her stomach. “You wouldn’t.”

His smirk was dark, teasing. “Wouldn’t I?”

Her response turned into a moan as he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge, one hand palming her breast through the lace of her gown, the other teasing between her legs.

“You’re already so wet for me,Printsessa.” His breath was hot against her throat as he kissed a line down to her collarbone, tongue flicking against her skin. “You like this, don’t you? Letting me fuck you in your wedding dress?”

She moaned as he filled her in one rough thrust, her hands flying to his shoulders. “God, I love it,” she admitted, breathless, her voice laced with pleasure.

Ilya groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he set a brutal pace. The vanity creaked beneath them, her dress bunched at her waist, her veil slipping as he fucked her with raw, relentless need.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with possession as he bit into her neck, thrusting harder, faster. “My beautiful wife?all mine.”

Valentina clung to him, nails raking against his back, her lips parting as pleasure built to an unbearable high. “Yours,” she whispered, her walls stretching and fluttering around him, her body locking up as her orgasm exploded inside her. “Always.”

And when they both shattered, when pleasure crashed over them in waves so intense, she forgot everything but the feel of him, throbbing and milking her walls with his release, Ilya swallowed her moans with a deep, consuming kiss.

As their breathing slowed, he chuckled against her lips. “Best wedding gift ever.”

---