Page 184 of Gloves Off

He nudges inside me, and my eyes roll back at the intense, perfect burn between my legs. I’m never going to get used to his size. At the first deep thrust, we both groan in disbelief. Already, another release stirs inside me, warming and aching as he fills me.

“Okay?” he manages, like he can barely stand how good it is.

“So good.” My nails dig into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“What’s the magic word,” he murmurs against my ear, and I smile.

“Please.”

“That’s my girl. That’s my pretty little wife.”

Under his praises, I melt, dissolving, re-forming, rearranging.

“Jesus, Georgia. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking good for me. So pretty and perfect.”

Sparks blur my vision as he moves inside me. It’s not just sex. It’s so much more. It’s everything. It’s all-consuming.

It’s love.

He pulls my leg over his shoulder, hitting so much deeper. My thoughts dissolve as he nudges that spot only he can reach. It’s not just his size. He knows my body. He knows what I need.

“Right there.” His eyes are dark like sin, intense and greedy. “Right fucking there, isn’t it, Georgia?”

I’m nodding, eyes starting to close, breathing hard and about to lose it, tightening around his thick length. My muscles begin to flutter.

We’ll call thatthe husband spotfrom now on.

“Say your husband’s name when you come.” His voice is like gravel. “Please.”

“Now who’s begging?” I gasp, and he laughs, short and sharp against my neck.

“I’ll beg for you, Hellfire, I don’t care anymore. You own me.”

I come undone. The pleasure spills over, washing through me, and I clutch him as I spiral, muscles clamping down on him while he fucks me hard. “Alexei,” I whisper, the crash of need and pleasure so strong that tears prick my eyes.

At his name, he loses it, strokes turning jerky and urgent, hips pounding against me while he wears that strained, agonized expression until his eyes close, his head tips back, and he lets out a low, tortured groan that sets off another wave of pleasure within me.

“Georgia, fuck.” His release slips between us, wet and slick. “Nothing compares to being with you.” Our eyes meet, his hands framing my face as he shudders through the last of it. “You’re everything.”

Later, as we lie in bed, he laces his fingers through mine, our wedding rings glinting in the moonlight.

“Happy new year, Hellfire,” my huge, handsome husband says.

“Happy new year, Alexei.” Our eyes hold. “I love you,” I whisper, strangely shy.

Happy, though.

“I love you, too.”

Reality slithers back in, cold and unwelcome. What does this mean for us? What about him getting hurt? Are we... married for real?

“Hey.” He threads his hand into my hair, presses his lips to my temple, and my distress lessens in an instant. “I know you’re not fully in yet, but I’m going to convince you.”

His mouth hooks, his eyes warming with an affection that smoothes my worries away.

“Just you wait.”

CHAPTER 85

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