I kiss her slowly, taking my time. There's no rush now, no threat waiting on the other side of this night. My hand slides along her thigh, over the curve of her hip, and she arches into me with a quiet sound that’s more breath than voice. I press my forehead to hers, grounding us both.
"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her mouth.
"You," she whispers, her fingers trailing down my spine. "I just want you."
I shift between her thighs, bracing myself on one arm, careful not to put pressure where she’s carrying our child. My other hand cups her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple until she gasps softly and lifts her hips in invitation. I ease into her slowly, letting her adjust, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face.
Her hands grip my shoulders, her breath catching. “I love you,” she says again, the words unsteady but certain.
I lower my mouth to her neck and breathe her in. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret this.”
She wraps her legs around me and pulls me deeper.
“Then start now,” she says, voice low. “Make me yours.”
She takes me deep, her body stretching to fit me, and I swear under my breath at the feel of her. She's tight and wet and all mine. She arches under me, nails dragging down my back as she gasps against my mouth.
"God, Maksim?—"
"No one else gets this," I growl, fucking into her with more force now. "No one touches you. No one sees you like this. Just me."
Her thighs clamp around my waist, pulling me closer, and her head falls back against the pillow as I drive into her again. Harder this time. She moans, low and rough, and the sound shoots straight through me.
"You like that?" I bite out, my hand gripping her jaw as I hold her eyes. "You want your husband to fuck you like he means it?"
"Yes," she pants. "Harder."
I don’t hold back. I slam into her, deep and punishing, her body catching every thrust like she was made for it. Her hands claw at my shoulders, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
“I married you in front of God,” I rasp, bending to bite at her throat. “Now I’ll mark you so no one ever forgets it.”
I grab her thigh and yank it higher over my hip, driving into her until the headboard hits the wall. She cries out, but it’s not pain—it’s need. Raw, frantic, filthy need. I give her exactly what she asked for. What she begged for.
Her body clenches around me, soaked and trembling, and I feel her unravel beneath me. I don’t let up. I fuck her through it, watching her fall apart as her nails leave red trails down my chest.
“Look at me,” I snarl, fisting her hair to pull her gaze back to mine. “I want to see your face when you come for me.”
She’s already there—legs shaking, breath breaking in ragged moans as she comes hard around my cock. I watch every second of it, seared into memory.
“Fuck, Zoya?—”
The second she tightens around me, I lose any hope of holding back. Heat builds low in my spine, sharp and unforgiving, and my rhythm turns brutal—driven by instinct, by hunger, by the way she fuckin’ takes me like she was born for it.
My muscles lock. My jaw clenches. The pressure snaps so fast I see stars.
I slam into her once, twice, and everything breaks loose.
I come with a guttural sound, spilling deep inside her as my body jolts with it—pleasure so hard it borders on pain. My vision tunnels, my hands gripping her hips like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I don’t hold on. Her name rips from my throat, savage and raw, and I keep moving even as I pour into her, needing to feel every last second of it. Every twitch. Every pulse.
My thighs shake. My chest heaves.
She drags her nails down my back, and it only makes it worse—makes it better. I bury my face in her neck, groaning through the aftershocks as her body milks every drop from me.
It’s not just release. It’s possession. Surrender. A claim I never planned to make and can’t take back.
It’s the way her body knows mine. The way mine gives in.
I stay buried inside her, breathing hard, heart still pounding like I’ve been through a war. She doesn’t let go. Neither do I. We just breathe, skin to skin, heat still pulsing between us.
