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“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered and lifted me onto my knees until the tip was just inside. His body was humming, every inch of skin overheated and with the hard edge of his jaw, I had a distinct feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.

With my hands pressed against his chest, I rocked against him, only I took my time. I wanted this to last, fearful that our time would be limited after tonight. With the way he moved, he dug his fingers into my skin. I don’t think either one of us blinked once, needing to pay close attention to the other.

His nostrils flared, his entire face as if he’d successfully captured his prey. How could this feel as freeing as it did?

We rocked together, moving as one. The ache in my pussy increased, keeping me breathless. In being hopelessly in love with the man, I was allowed the most incredible moments of pure ecstasy.

As with all acts the man tackled, he was intent on being the dominating factor. While I could tell he wanted to please me and would do anything to do so, I also sensed he was already in full discomfort.

From tenderness to intensity, our bodies remained as one and in knowing we were safe, that no one else could dare invade our home, I felt as if we held our future in the palm of our hands.

Everything was tossed aside from the sheer pleasure and when ecstasy rolled through me, the climax a powerful statement of how connected we’d become, I could no longer hold back a cry or the way I felt.

“Maxsim. Yes. Yes…”

The sweet sense of peace was amazing, the orgasm even more incredible than before. I guessed that it was because this was personal and not merely physical.

I pushed my hands on his shoulders, riding him with more ferocity. He peered up at me, forgoing controlling me and merely rubbing my back. His touch was still primal, but for a man who refused to believe he could be romantic, the feel of his huge hands caressing my skin was very romantic.

“Perfect. My perfect angel.”

“Never perfect,” I breathed, dropping my head until our lips were touching.

“Perfect for me.”

Even more breathless than before, the orgasm lingered while his cock continued pulsing, swelling. And I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me with his seed.

As I squeezed my knees and my cunt muscles, he lifted his legs off the chair. We were ravenous, incapable of getting enough. Panting. Hungering.

Stars were everywhere, my vision completely stunned by a thick haze. As his body stiffened and he erupted deep inside, I took satisfaction in the soft words of Russian that I knew held intense meaning.

And why?

Because he loved me.

CHAPTER 22

Isabel

The day was cloudy as if a storm was on the horizon. While the rising tide wasn’t for several hours, the water was churning from the brisk wind.

For an April day, it was surprisingly warm, the high even with the gray skies supposed to reach eighty degrees.

We’d enjoyed a surprisingly amazing morning, spending time with Mina and Shadow. The time with her father had brightened her mood. Her sketches had been of family instead of monsters and I had a feeling Maxsim and I were both breathing a sigh of relief.

Somehow, I’d kept him from contacting the hospital, but I knew the reprieve was about to be tossed aside.

I stood on the corner deck off the kitchen; the spacious area not only overlooked the beach and around the curved cove, but also had an excellent view of the road leading to his oceanfront home.

I shouldn’t be as relaxed as I was and while it certainly had something to do with the night before, at least part of the reason was because today he had plans on retrieving my laptop so I could begin working on the project again.

At this point, I was thanking my stars although I had no intention of holding my breath. The decision could be changed at a moment’s notice. We were also supposed to make decisions on how to handle the trust since he had confided in me about the tense meeting in only a few days. I had every intention of being there.

My resurrection from the dead should shock everyone. I’d asked myself this question at least four times now, but what did it say about me that I was excited for the surprise that would be brought? A little evil chuckle was about to surface when I felt a presence behind me.

When I turned around, I noticed Maxsim’s exasperated face. In his hand were two drinks.

“It’s before five,” I told him.