Page 74 of Tattooed Heart

Instead, I lift her legs to my chest, hooking her ankles over my shoulders. Without warning, I slide my cock between her folds. She cries out, arching and writhing to impale herself deeper onto me.

I lean forward to kiss her soft skin, making her legs open up even more. I bottom out in her pussy and groan.Fuck.She feels so fucking good around my cock.

Grabbing her legs, I wrap them around my waist, grinding into her as I do. Slipping my hands beneath her, I lift her ass, fucking her deeper with each thrust. I’m so engrossed in the moment that all I can hear is the wet slapping of my skin against hers as she pants and groans, begging for more.

Slowing my pace slightly, I give her exactly what she wants. Keeping her ass suspended, I shove two thick fingers into it, fucking both her holes at the same time. Sandy shudders and gasps, and I work her until she’s sobbing for me to never stop fucking her.

“Yes…please Dimitri…don’t stop…” she cries out.

“My dirty littlekiska,” I groan, working my cock and fingers at a feverish pace. “You love it when I fuck all your holes.”

“Yes, yes…I love it…” she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I pull my fingers and cock out of her and quickly flip her onto her stomach. Grabbing her waist, I pull her to the edge of the bed, lifting her ass into the air. I don’t give her a chance to figure out what’s about to happen when I shove my cock into her ass and plunge two fingers into her pussy.

She screams, gripping the sheets with both hands. “Oh…my…God…Dimitri,” she cries, “don’t stop fucking me…don’t you dare…” she cries out, pushing her ass back in sync with every thrust.

I hold onto her waist with my left hand, my fingers digging into her so every stroke hits as deep as my cock will go. I fuck her so hard I’m afraid I might split her in half.

When she comes, I allow my own release to fill up her ass with my hot sticky cum. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers at the same time, her juices flowing down my hand. I continue to pump until every drop is released, and my cock goes soft inside her. Without pulling out, I drape myself over her limp body, kissing her shoulder and the side of her neck.

Finally, I pull my cock out and flip her onto her back. Spreading her legs, I slowly lap up her sweet juices and tease her clit, needing every drop on my tongue. She moans softly, gently running her fingers through my hair. When I’m satisfied, I lay next to her, pulling her back against my chest.

I hold her until her breathing evens out, gently rubbing her breasts. I play with her nipples for a few minutes until her hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers so the ring catches the morning light.

“Tell me about the wedding,” she breathes. “What do you want?”

“You in a white dress. Me in a suit that doesn't have bloodstains. Our child growing safely inside you. That's all I need.”

She laughs. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is simple. Everything else is just details.”

I kiss her deeply, my fingers threading through the silk of her hair as if I can anchor us both with this one touch. When we finally pull apart, I hold her close, my gaze falling to the ring on her finger, shimmering in the light and scattering a faint rainbow across the sheets. A quiet promise of forever.

25

SANDY

The scent of blooming gardenias drifts through the open doors, mingling with the distant hum of strings being tuned. Morning sunlight pours through the windows, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.

I've been awake since before dawn, too restless to sleep. The morning arrives with a chorus of birdsong and perfect spring weather that feels almost aggressive in its beauty. Not a cloud in the sky, not too warm, not too cool, as if Mother Nature conspired to give us this flawless day.

“You need to eat something,” Talia insists, appearing in the doorway with a tray. She’s been fluttering around me all morning like a mother hen, ensuring I have everything I need while trying to hide her nervousness.

“I can't,” I say, pressing a hand to my stomach. “I'm too?—”

“Excited? Terrified? About to marry a dangerous Bratva enforcer?”

I shoot her a look. “All of the above.”

She sets the tray down on the small table by the window. It is filled with fresh fruit, croissants, and coffee that smells like heaven. “You might be too nervous to eat, but the baby needs food.”

“What if I trip walking down the aisle? What if I forget my vows? What if?—”

“What if you stop overthinking and let yourself be happy?”

I look at her reflection in the mirror, this woman who's been my sister in every way that matters since we were kids in the system. Her dark hair is already styled in an elegant updo, and she’s wearing a soft lavender dress that brings out her eyes. As my maid of honor, she insisted on being completely ready early so she could focus on me.

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