“Of course.”
“And I don’t have any say?”
“Say what you want to say now.”
She hesitates, tries to retract her hand. “I can’t marry you.”
“Why not?”
I let go of her hand and settle both of mine on her thighs, relishing the shudder running through her as I splay my fingers, playing dirty already.
“I—”
You don’t know me.Her words to me ring like a far-off warning bell, but I ignore them.
“Gabriella. This is the way our worlds work. This is how we survive. We get along, the girls adore you, I need sons. Milana is marrying your brother Luca to guarantee your safety. It doesn’t get better than this. Not in our worlds.”
She sucks her lip, and it hits me then: my fairy tale girl was looking to marry for love. And that’s the one thing that’s never part of this equation. This is business.
“There’s much more to a marriage than love,moya ptichka,” I say softly. “We have everything to make it work.” My hands slide higher to her hips as I lean in and tug her to me, forcing her legs to open and hug my sides. “We have this.”
An undeniable sexual attraction.
“Ivan,” she murmurs, her hands on my chest, hovering for a second, probably wanting to push me away.
But then, she slides them over my pecs, squeezing as she feels me, her fingertips tracing the shape of my shoulders, the rounded slopes to my biceps, trying to circle her hands around my arms. She did this when I kissed her, too, feeling my muscles, touching my skin, exploring like she was born to do.
At the memory, I press her even closer, aligning her sweet pussy with my hardening cock. By the blush on her cheeks, the sudden shortness of breath, she’s wanting this. I bet she’s been thirsting for this.
That stalled session in the shower, when she didn’t get off as she clearly wanted to. Fuck.
Now all I want is to make her come.
I’m a fool. The need to make her come has been front and center for days now. I want her to succumb to me, allow me to pleasure her with my hands and tongue.
I might ask her to marry me just like that, but when it comes to sex, I plan to treasure her, make her feel, and make her love every minute of being with me. She’ll be begging for my cock every private moment we have, and I will fulfill every desire my sweet virgin has. She might have some now, but she’ll discover more along the way, and I’ll make sure we explore every route leading to her pleasure. She will be my wife in every sense of the word, love or not.
I will make her fall in love with me. It doesn’t matter if her love is a one-way street, unrequited. I’ll make her feel as if she has everything she needs.
As she leans into me, I brush her hair aside and kiss her, from the corner of her mouth to her ear, rolling the lobe with my tongue, making her snatch at her breath.
Her fingers dig into my hair as she clings to me, her head falling to the side, opening her neck to me.
I take my time. She smells so good, her skin tastes like sweet fall sun, and as my hand travels up her side to her breast to cup the perfect round, her nipple is hard under my palm. Shepushes into my hand with a moan as my lips suck and press against that most sensitive spot beneath her ear.
I don’t stop but travel south, my one hand now fumbling with her shirt’s buttons, eager to take her breast in my mouth, my cock seeking the pressure of her sweet virginal pussy.
When she drives into me, rocking wantonly against my cock in a way I bet she doesn’t even register, I groan. “Fuck, Gabriella, I need to make you come. Let me make you come.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, please.”
So fucking polite. What a good girl.
I smile as I tug at her bra, revealing that perfect pink and pert nipple. My mouth waters, and desire rumbles through my body like a fucking avalanche. And I just can’t help myself. “Knew that word would come out of your mouth soon enough.”
Before she can protest, I cover her lips with mine.
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