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Feeling the life within her—her soft breaths fluttering over me, the subtle beating of her heart—calmed me.

I pushed deeper under the covers, surrounded her body with my own, and let her push her back against my chest.

My fingers stayed light on her skin as I slid them up her body to cup her generous breasts, my middle and ring fingers pressing between them just to feel her heart continue to beat strong and steady.

I would never tire of feeling that steady beat against my fingers.

As my thumb ghosted across her nipple, the bud tightened; her breath shuddered, and her heartbeat jumped.

Even in sleep, her body responded to mine.

I buried my face in her hair and inhaled deeply, my cold soul taking comfort from the warmth of her skin. This woman was heaven.

I didn’t deserve her, but she was mine, nonetheless.

She let out another soft sigh as her thighs rubbed together, and I knew what she needed.

Just like I knew I would be the only man to ever meet those needs again, which I intended to do every single night.

My hand slipped down her body, caressing lightly overher soft skin to the delicate lace covering her core. Still deep in sleep, her thighs parted for me, and I let two fingers slide under her panties to her wet, needy slit.

She arched her back into me and even though her eyes stayed closed, her lips parted even more, seeming to beg for a kiss.

I would give her that.

I would give her so much more soon.

But first, I wanted to know how much pleasure I could givemoy zaichonokbefore she woke up.

With my touch as light as possible, I parted her delicate lips with two fingers and circled her clit with my middle finger. Holding the rest of my hand perfectly still, just moving a single finger over the tight bundle of nerves.

Her eyes scrunched as she turned to lie on her back and her thighs spread even wider for me, begging me for more.

Her hips lifted in invitation, and I couldn’t ignore their siren call any longer.

After all, I had already decided. She was going to be mine in every way.

The easiest way to get her to agree was to show her what her life as my bride was going to entail.

As gently as I could, I moved over her, lowering my body under the covers until my chest was resting on the bed between her thighs. The warmth radiating from her pussy was so intense I could feel it through her panties, the damp heat calling to me.

I placed my lips on her stomach and kissed the delicate skin just above her belly button, then moved up her body,lifting her sweater as I went. When I pulled it up, exposing the matching lace bra, I couldn’t help the low growl that sounded from my lips.

Her head turned from side to side and her legs pressed to the sides of my hips, but still her eyes didn’t open.

It wasn’t until I pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing her cute pink nipple and then covering it with my lips while I slid my fingers into her cunt, that her eyes opened with my name on her lips.

“Kostya,” she moaned, and I almost came apart for her right there.

CHAPTER 35

MARINA

Ashock of pleasure ripped through me, yanking me from the abyss of exhausted sleep with a gasp. My body trembled, caught between the lingering shadows of trauma and the ruthless, all-consuming need igniting in my veins.

It took a second for the fog to lift, for my mind to catch up to the raw sensation coursing through me.

Kostya was on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his body a tether to the present, keeping me from spiraling into the dark void that had almost swallowed us both.

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