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“You’ve ruined me so many times in this bed,” he whispers. “But it’s never been this good.”

“Alexei—”

“You hear me?” He flexes his fist in my hair, his fingers soft against my scalp. Making me shiver. And then tightening his hold again. Claiming me. “You do this to me. Just you. The real you.”

Before I can reply to that, he kisses me so roughly—just right—I forget how to think. When he pulls back, his eyes are wild.

“Come like this,” he growls. “Cream in your panties for me. Let me feel it.” His mouth is on mine again, but he keeps talking, barely pulling away. “This is all I need. You are all I ever want.”

The tension in my belly coils tight, heat building and firing down my thighs, licking between my legs where I’m riding his cock. I start shaking, but he holds me tight through it, whispering everything I need to hear, taking my desire and turning it into something focused, hot, and forever.

“Yes,” he breathes as my body starts to shudder. “Good girl. Come for me. God, you feel incredible. Fuck, you’re going to make me come, too.”

I fall apart for him, my body pulsing like I’m made of the entire universe, and he might not me inside me again, but he’sinsideme on a whole different level.

I can barely breathe, but I don’t stop moving.

I can’t.

Not when I can feel the thick, hard throb of him, even through his pants. And I can feel how close he is, how he’s barely holding on.

“Moya,” I breathe.

His head tips back, jaw clenched. His hands are shaking.

“Teach me, Alexei.”

“Polovinka,” he rasps, his lips dragging along my neck. Breathing it against my skin.

“Moya polovinka,” I repeat, and I mean it. “My soul.”

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he groans. “Can you feel what you're doing to me?”

“I feel it,” I whisper. “I want to make you come, Alexei.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He groans—and then breaks.

The hand on my ass tightens, and his hips jerk, his thighs going hard beneath me. He convulses, pulling me into him. Breathing hard against my throat, and then as he slumps, into my chest.

He turns his head to the side and presses his ear to my heart.

“I’m yours,” I repeat.

And we exhale together.

CHAPTER45

ALEXEI

In the next fifty hours, a lot of things happen. Emery finds an apartment to sublet in Manhattan. We clinch our spot in the playoffs with a mid-week win at home. Who we are playing is still up in the air, but mathematically, we’re past the point of being eliminated.

And on a Thursday morning in early April that feels suspiciously like spring might be here to stay, like a real turning of the seasons, finally… Emery finds a nanny for Inessa.

I did tell her that I could handle it myself, but she cheekily replied that she was already fully packed for New York—since she only has a backpack, and she’s leaving her jerseys in my closet to keep me company in her absence.

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