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“That’s it,” he urges, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Come for me, love. Let me feel you.”
The pressure builds and builds until I can’t contain it anymore. My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, washing over me in pulses that have me crying out his name, my inner walls clenching around him.
He follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me.
For long moments afterward, we stay connected, both of us trembling with aftershocks. Then he gently withdraws and collapses beside me, pulling me into the circle of his arms.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to the gradually slowing beat of his heart. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I feel a contentment so complete it borders on spiritual.
His arms tighten around me, and he kisses the top of my forehead. “I didn’t think I’d get to have this, you know?”
“Have what?”
“Love,” he says simply. “With a woman.”
I settle deeper into his chest, and when I look up at him, I see such tenderness that I know I would do anything for this man. “We could start fresh. Do anything.”
“Oh yeah?” he smiles. “Like what?”
“Like…start a family,” I whisper.
For a second, I wonder if I pushed too far, but then Ilariy smiles and looks positively ecstatic.
“I wish for nothing more. Welcome home,” Ilariy whispers, brushing his lips against mine.
And I am home. Finally, completely home.
Chapter 25 - Ilariy
I come back home and head straight to my bedroom. God, I’m exhausted after this long meeting with the Sokolovs and my family. Honestly, every time we meet, I feel like pulling out my hair. We’re always arguing, but at least now, none of us threatens to kill each other. At least that’s one good thing that’s come out of this alliance.
When I reach our bedroom door, I make sure to enter quietly, knowing Arina is asleep. But to my surprise, I find her curled up in bed reading, dressed in a silky blue nightdress that barely covers her ass.
Instantly, I no longer feel tired. She notices I’ve come home and looks up at me with a smile.
“You’re still awake,” I say softly, closing the door behind me.
She puts down her book and waves me over with a nod. I kick off my shoes, remove my tie and coat, and climb into bed beside her, too tired to do anything else.
“I wanted to wait for you.” She curls up against my chest. “How did it go?”
“Like watching children in a playground argue about who is smarter,” I snort.
She laughs. “That bad?”
“Did anyone tell you your brothers are stubborn as hell?”
“They’re your brothers now, too, remember?” she teases, and I smile. Suddenly, she pulls away and plonks herself up on one elbow and gives me a conspiring look.
“Ask me what youreallywant to know,” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
She bites her lip, a habit that still drives me wild. “Did they decide? About the marriage alliance?”
“Not yet. Everyone’s got ideas.” I roll my eyes.
“Pity.” She sounds disappointed.
“And why’s that?” I ask.
