Page 73 of The Enemy's Defector
Her slow smile warmed my soul.
“If I’d known the details about your mother and that she’d died evenwithproper medical care, I never would’ve assumed or decided or?—”
She put her fingertips over my mouth. “I forgive you. And after we fought, I realized that you might not have known that my mother died during my birth.”
I caught her hand and kissed down her fingers, toward her wrist, with the intention to trail them even further. After a slightgap between us, I wanted to devour all of her. I wanted to kiss every single inch of her and worship her.
“I only knew that she wasn’t there, not why or how. And I’m sorry, Katerina, that you never had her.”
She drew in a deep breath.
“And I want you to know that no matter how much we might fight, you will always have me, this family we’ve created. All of my family. We’re all here for you.”
She furrowed her brow. “Did Grigory talk to you?”
“Huh?” I shook my head. “No. Why?”
“No reason.”
“Bullshit. That was too random for you to not have a reason.”
She shrugged one shoulder.
“Did you talk to him?” I asked, hoping she’d explain.
“I did.”
I couldn’t help but tense. “By yourself?”
She nodded, placing her hands on my chest and rubbing slightly. “Yes. But guards were nearby. And he was lucid.”
“So… he didn’t try to hurt you or have you taken away or…”
“No. He remembered me. He recognized me. And he remembered me from when I was a child.”
I nodded, curious and suspecting there was more to this mention of my father. But with her touching me—even non-sexually with her hands on my pecs—I wanted to shift this more into something else.
“I missed you,” I admitted as I lowered my hands to her sides. “I could hardly concentrate at these meetings.”
She smiled slowly, unbuttoning my shirt as she lowered her gaze. “It is different being apart from you when we were so close and stuck together when we hid.”
I kissed her, tipping her face up toward mine again as I bunched up the soft and thin material of her nightgown. Going slowly and lazily, as if we both wanted to treasure the tactilesensation of undressing, we worked on removing all the layers between us.
“I missed you too,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to interfere and hog you.”
“You hogged me anyway,” I replied between kisses, tossing her nightgown off to the side. “You’re always on my mind, Katerina. If you haven’t noticed, I’m obsessed.”
She laughed lightly as she finally pushed my pants down. Keeping our lips locked, I stepped out of them and shrugged off my shirt that she’d pushed over my shoulders. The fabric clung to my wrists, and I shook out of it as I guided her back to the bed.
“Obsessed with me?” she taunted as she lay back, scooting slowly and not afraid to show me herself.
And I saw it all. Her smooth skin, still flat over her stomach. Her lean arms and legs as she shifted onto the mattress so I’d have room with her. Those pink pussy lips glistening with her arousal, and her breasts. I groaned at the sight of them, swaying and bouncing as she moved. I was always a boob guy, and hers were works of art.
She noticed me staring, raking my gaze over her. Cupping them as she leaned on her elbows, she rubbed her thumbs over the hard nipples and grinned, teasing me to come closer.
“I swear they’re bigger now,” I muttered, following her over the bed before leaning down to capture one nipple between my lips.
She arched her back, thrusting her tit toward me. While she cupped her hand on the back of my head to keep me licking and sucking right where she wanted me, she lowered her other hand to stroke my dick.
