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“I’m telling you that because we’re going to bed and there’ll be a Do Not Disturb sign on our room door. You’re taking it easy and staying in bed.”

“I need to get my things from the hotel?—”

“Everything is here now. Your dress, everything. You’ll be, as I said, staying in fucking bed, dinner in bed, breakfast in bed. You’re allowed up tomorrow to get ready for our wedding.”

He kisses me softly to take any gruffness from his order.

“And I’ll be right there with you,Lyubimaya. For the rest of our lives. You all come first. You, Sasha, our baby.”

A thrill races through me as a shiver slides down my spine.

We’re getting married.

Tomorrow.

Could life be any more perfect?

We head in, and I break away from snuggling against him to see he’s following a staff member to the front of the small resort. A door opens and Demyan whispers, “Close your eyes.”

I do.

It’s not until he places me on a soft, clean-scented bed that I’m allowed to open them again.

When I do, I gasp.

The entire curved wall is glass. And the curtains are open. The light streams in from the afternoon. But all I can see is the blue water.

“Oh, Demyan …”

“I love you, Erin. More than I can say. But it’s with every fiber of my body. My heart and my soul. You make the world light, fun, worth living. And that view? It’s got nothing on you.”

He gets up and picks up a remote control, then kicks off his shoes and presses a button. As the curtains whir shut, he starts to undress me.

It’s not even five in the afternoon. Nowhere near that, but I don’t care and my pussy throbs as he runs a hand down over my body, parting my now naked thighs. He leans into me, over me, and kisses me long and thorough.

Thing is, as I wrap about him, kissing him back, curling my fingers in his hair, I don’t care he’s being ridiculous with histake it easyattitude. All I want is this. To be here, close to the man I love.

Without fears or threats or doubts. Without resentment or past mistakes. Those are where they should be, in the past, and the rest of it? He’s dealt with the fears and threats and with those going, so do the doubts.

And I know there’s never going to be a reason to doubt him again. He loves me like I love him. More, he loves Sasha the way I do, like Sasha is the most precious thing. And I know that’s why he acted so angry and upset at me. It wasn’t logic, it was a tangle of fear and love and doubt.

But now we’ve been through so much and come through. Stronger, better. And with another precious gift on the way.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you.”

He kisses me again, or I kiss him, or maybe we kiss each other. All I know is it’s liquid and real, a coming together from need and desire, the heat of his mouth and the slide of his tongue undo things in me, make me buzz and need even more.

The kiss shifts from the sparks we set to flame and his fingers dip down over my clit and along my lips. I moan against him as he parts them and starts to kiss down my body, spending time worshipping my breasts, my stomach where his baby grows, and then…

Demyan moves to the floor, on his knees, then he pulls me to him by my thighs and buries his face there, his tongue working my clit as his fingers thrust into me, over and over, long, measured thrusts, and I’m a mess, my entire focus on the pleasure he’s building in me and I come, shuddering. He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps going until I don’t know what’s what.

I pull away and try to drag him into me. I twist and thrust up and when I’m on that brink again, he stops.

Demyan stands and strips and thrusts into me. It’s a slow, languid fuck, a making of love, our love, and he takes his time, building me all over again, like he’s saving every moment of being in me, like he’s making our bond stronger.

I shatter again, my body clenching down, and he pulls out, flips me, and slowly pushes into my ass. He softly bites on to my shoulder and I groan. It feels so good, that shockingly intimate act of him taking my ass a perfect thing for this. It’s trust and love and an ownership that goes both ways.