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I surprise her when the water splashes onto the floor as I gather her up into my arms again and she squeals. I step into the tub, lowering us both into the warm water. Her grip around my neck loosens as she lets out a hum of satisfaction, situating herself to lean back against my chest.
“See, isn’t this better?” I murmur into her ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck causing her to giggle and snuggle further into me. She grabs her book and hands it to me, “Lets read.”
I look at the cover. “S. J Nandez? You like her work?”
She nods. “I love it.”
“Hmm, I actually know her.”
Vasilisa eyebrows raise and she regards me suspiciously. I laugh. “Not like that.”
“Good, I would have to burn that book if that were true, and I hate harming books,” Vasilisa murmurs.
In this moment, as I hold her in my arms and read to her, her laughter echoing off the bathroom walls and filling my heart with a warmth I’ve never known before. I amcertainthat I am undeniably in love with this woman. My darkness fades when I’m around her, her scent grounds me in peace. I’vefoundmy light. And I’m never letting go.
Chapter 43
Santo
Morninglightfiltersthroughthe curtains, carrying the scent of warm amber and jasmine…her. I stretch, basking in the warmth of Vasilisa’s body pressed against me, soft and claiming even in sleep. Her face is nestled against my chest, her arm draped across my torso, and her leg draped over my hips. I can feel the heat radiating from her body, and if she shifts even slightly, she may brush against my hardened cock beneath the sheets.
Last night, after our bath, I couldn’t resist taking her again and again. As we dried off, my hands couldn’t help but wander over her silky skin. One touch led to another until I was carrying her to bed, unable to resist plunging inside her once more. I had wanted to bend her over the bathroom counter, but I restrained myself. Vasilisa needs time before she can handle that kind of intensity. I don’t want to scare her. She may act boldly at times, but deep down I know she is sensitive and sweet.
I watch as she stirs in her sleep, her leg shifting over my cock causing me to stiffen even more. I look down at her sleeping face and see that those gorgeous eyes are wide awake now, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She starts to pull away from me, but I pull her naked body back into mine. I pepper kisses all over her face and neck until she giggles that infectious melodic sound that I adore so much. She lets out an idle sigh and begins to lower her hand down my chest, past my abs and toward the base of my cock. Before she can get too close, I grab her hand gently.
“You’re sore, Vasilisa,” I say sternly.
“So what?” She replies with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I chuckle at her brazenness. “You need a couple of days to recover.”
Her lips purse, frustration flashing in her gaze. “I don’t want to wait that long. And besides…” Her eyes drop, bold, unashamed. “You’re already hard.”
Now, she doesn’t shy away from staring at my cock. It’s as if all her inhibitions have disappeared in the comfort of our shared bed.
“That’s because I have a beautiful naked woman in my bed,” I tease, tightening my hold on her.
Vasilisa’s eyes remain fixed on my cock, and she surprises me once again with her brazenness. “Then fuck the beautiful naked woman,” she says, her voice unapologetic.
I almost choke at the word‘fuck’passing her lips. “My, what have you turned into?” I playfully scold, holding her tighter.
“Do I have tobeg, Santo?” she asks with a hint of pleading in her voice.
“No, my goddess, you’re too sore, but I can take care of you,” I reply with a smirk.
Her lips curve into a bright, confident smile as she pulls me closer and presses her mouth against mine. The way she kisses me now is different—hungry, claiming, unafraid. She grasps my hardened cock and strokes it firmly, causing me to let out a deep groan of pleasure. I roll on top of her, tracing my lips over the marks I left on her skin last night. I’ve marked her countless times - her neck, shoulders, and breasts - and it gives me a possessive thrill to see her bearing my marks. She ismine.
I kiss down the valley between her breasts and lick my way along her smooth stomach until I reach her wet, hot pussy. She has to be sore from last night; the proof is there, her pretty pussy slightly red where she stretched around my cock, where I claimed her. I bring my lips to her sensitive clit, I kiss and lick gently, worshiping what belongs to me and only me. Possession rolls through my body in waves.
She starts to buck under me, moaning with pleasure. My tongue swirls around her clit, focusing all my attention there so I don’t cause any discomfort. I want to give her relief but also give her body time to recover. Her moans grow louder as my tongue keeps a steady rhythm on her sensitive clit.
“No, I need more,” she gasps as I suck on her clit. “Stop,” she breathes out suddenly, her hands gripping my hair. “I want you inside me.”
“No Dea,” I mummer into her skin.
Her breath stutters, caught off guard. “What?” Confusion flickers across her face as I shake my head, firm in my decision.
She pulls away from me and scrambles off the bed.
