“Oh,” I blurt, my head spinning from Sasha’s confessions. His filthy speech that somehow sounds oh – so – amazing. “Isn’t that what y – you’re going to do?”
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath, my eyes gone blind, until Sasha laughs a little against my mouth. There’s only the barest touch of humor in the sound, and an ocean full of agony. And with my clit bearing down on the thick tip of him, I’m totally sharing in that pain. Oh wow. My inner walls are clenching out of control, my thighs squirming around Sasha’s hips. Forget wet. I’m soaked. Can he feel that? He must. I can barely supply oxygen to my lungs and how dare he laugh? How…dare he…wait, what am I mad about again?
“Look at me now,” he growls, his accent thickening.
I shake my head to loosen the lust fuzz and focus on familiar gray eyes. Only they’re not so familiar right now. They’re more than a little wild, pupils dilated. “Yes?” I whisper.
“You will come to understand that I do not break my vows, Anya. I promised to keep you innocent, and soon I will promise to keep you. Period. I will have your pussy at five o’clock and no sooner.” His grip on my bottom strengthens. “Until then, soak me through, little angel.”
I’m about to question Sasha’s order when he rolls his hips and sparks go off behind my eyes. Like everything else he’s done since our kiss started, it’s sensual and smooth. His impossibly huge stiffness chafes the silk of my underwear in slow waves. Up and back. Up and back. Until I’m gasping for air and digging my nails into his shoulder, thighs shaking. Even my hair follicles are screaming with sensation. Oh God. Oh…
“Sasha.” My hips tweak to meet his next roll, and I hit my peak. Only it’s not just a peak. It’s the freaking Everest of orgasms, and my ears are ringing with the impact of it, because I’ve been waiting for this man to touch me since I can remember. “Sasha. Don’t stop.”
“Da. That’s a good angel.” Another sharp roll, only this time he grinds me down onto his steel bulge, sending me into another realm of pleasure I never knew was possible. Straight up into the clouds above Everest. “Make a mess of my pants. Leave me covered in that virgin smell.”
“Yes. Yes.” I can’t stop shaking, and his dark voice against my forehead, the ownership of his hands that continue to knead me, keep my climax rolling, letting it master me. And the boulder of feeling rocking me to the core knocks loose my deepest secret without warning. “I love you.” I cling to Sasha, working my clenching flesh on his hard lap. “I love you.”
I only catch a glimpse of Sasha’s flaring eyes before my back hits the bookshelf, his voice rasping in my ear. “Did you just say…” His chest shudders up and down. “Did you mean that?”
My neck loses power, sending my forehead dropping into the crook of his neck. “Yes. I always have. Always.”
Triumph and tenderness clash in his usually stoic face. “You have given me heaven, angel. Now I will return the favor.”
When Sasha peels me off the bookshelf and strides even farther into the dark, all I can think is, there’s more?
Chapter Four
Sasha
The angel loves me.
This is unexpected news.
My plan was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Anya the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me…at the start. And not at the end, as I’d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I’m feeling now, with Anya’s arms wrapped around my neck.
Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed by enemies, spending a full week in a basement without food but staunchly refusing to divulge secrets about my boss. Instead, I escaped with valuable information about my boss’s rival. And that loyalty earned me a top spot at the captain’s right hand. From that day forth, I dispensed with enemies to keep my family from going hungry. A part of me never left that basement, though. A part that discovered what a heartless, cut – throat place the world can be.
Anya has just brought that part of me back to life.
Nyet. That is wrong. She has been steadily reviving me since I laid eyes on her. But I never believed she could love me already. Not when I’ve only begun to show her the lengths I will go for her happiness.