He frowns. “Show you what?”
“That you’re not going anywhere. That this is real.” I lift my head to look at him directly. “Make love to me like you mean it.”
Heat flares in his eyes despite his physical condition. “Danielle, I just had surgery. I don’t think?—”
“I’ll be careful.” I sit up slowly and begin unbuttoning my shirt. “I need to feel alive with you. I need to know we both survived this.”
He watches me undress with growing hunger that makes me feel powerful despite everything we’ve been through today. When I remove my bra and let it fall to the floor, his breathing becomes noticeably deeper.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reaches for me with his good hand, tracing the curve of my breast with reverent fingers. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“I’m here.” I lean down to kiss him softly. “I’m alive, you’re alive, and we love each other. Everything else is just details.”
The kiss deepens as he responds with careful passion, mindful of his limitations but unwilling to hold back completely. I can taste the relief and desperation and love in the way his mouth moves against mine.
I work at his clothes with gentle efficiency, removing everything I can reach without requiring him to move too much. When I have him naked except for the bandages covering his wound, I step back to appreciate the view of lean muscle and power that’s been scared by violence but not broken by it.
“My turn to take care of you.” I remove the rest of my clothes and rejoin him on the bed, straddling his hips with careful attention to his comfort. “Let me love you the way you deserve.”
I start with kisses along his collarbone and throat, working my way down his body slowly. He responds with soft sounds ofpleasure and encouragement, burying his hands in my hair and holding me close without directing my movements.
When I take his cock in my mouth, his sharp intake of breath tells me how much he’s enjoying the attention. I work him with lips and tongue until he’s trembling beneath me but pull back before he loses control completely.
“I need you inside me.” I position myself over him and sink down slowly, taking him into my pussy with careful precision. “I need to feel you everywhere.”
The sensation of being filled by him makes me gasp with pleasure and relief. This physical confirmation that we’re both alive and together and safe is what I needed, along with the emotional connection that makes everything else fade into background noise.
I set a gentle rhythm that accommodates his injury while building tension between us. He watches my face with intense focus, as if memorizing every expression and sound I make. His hands rest on my hips, guiding my movements without controlling them.
“I love you.” The words come out breathlessly but certain. “I love you so much it scares me.”
“Don’t be scared.” He reaches up to touch my face with gentle fingers. “Love makes us both brave.”
The combination of his words and the way he’s looking at me pushes me toward the edge faster than I expected. I increase the pace slightly, chasing the release that will seal this moment between us permanently.
“I love how your pussy tightens around me when you’re close.” His voice is rough with his own approaching climax. “Let me feel you come,lyubimaya.”
The words completely break my control. My sheath convulses around him as I cry out my pleasure with a sound that echoes through the quiet room. The sensation of my inner walls milking his cock triggers his own release, and he follows me over the edge with my name on his lips.
I collapse against his chest, careful to avoid his injured side and my gently protruding belly, just letting him hold me while we both recover. Our breathing gradually slows to normal while aftershocks continue to pulse between us.
“That was worth getting shot for.” His attempt at humor makes me lift my head to glare at him.
“Don’t even joke about that.”
“I’m sorry.” He strokes my hair with gentle repetition. “I meant what I said though. You’re worth everything I’ve been through to get here.”
I settle back against his shoulder and listen to his heartbeat beneath my ear. It’s strong and steady, broadcasting he’s alive, which is exactly the way I plan to keep him for the next sixty years. “What do we tell Leo tomorrow?” I ask as exhaustion begins to catch up with both of us.
“We tell him his father loves him and his mother very much, and we’re going to be a family from now on.” Radmir’s voice carries drowsy contentment. “Everything else we can figure out as we go.”
“And if he asks about why you were hurt?”
“We tell him that sometimes adults have to handle difficult situations, but the important thing is that everyone he loves is safe now.”
The simple honesty of his approach to parenting makes me smile against his skin. “You’re going to be a good father to both of them.”
“I’m going to try to be the father they deserve.” He pulls a blanket over us with his good arm. “Also the partner you deserve.”
