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“Fuck.”

The lace of her panties is flimsy, narrow. It’s perfection. I nudge it out of the way and plunge my fingers into her, and then I kiss her hard all over again. I ravish her mouth as I finger fuck her, the tight, hot wetness of her cunt making me so goddamn hard I’m aching.

I change the kiss to seduction, making her chase my mouth, giving in to deep, passionate kisses before pulling away. She tastes like life. Like mine. Like pure and unchartered waters I somehow know, waters that thrill and hold secrets for me to uncover.

She moans, and I add my thumb, sliding over her clit as I work her with my fingers.

I kiss her throat, biting, sucking, and her pussy starts to tighten, her hands biting into me.

She comes hard, shuddering, her muscles clenching down on me as she does.

I pull out of her and she starts to reach for me but I pull her off the vanity and help adjust her dress.

“Demyan.”

“What?”

I glance at my watch, then at her, and I suck my fingers of her juices.

“You didn’t come. I can?—”

“Fuck no, that was four minutes. Under five. And…” I lean in and I kiss her softly. “I can wait.”

“Demyan,” she says, shock in her voice. “Is that enough to hold you?”

Her fingers brush over my erection.

But I pick up her hand and kiss it.

“It’s enough.” Then I run the fingers that I sucked, the fingers that were in her, under my nose. “The scent of you on my fingers is more than enough to get me through the next few hours. But…”

“What?”

I crowd her up against the door and rub in against her so she can feel the hardness, my needs, and I kiss her again. “But I’ll have no mercy on you later. You’re mine. All night.”

She smiles and puts a hand on my cheek. “Demyan, I promise you, I’m yours. Forever.”

EPILOGUE

Erin

Seven monthslater

“Push!”

The pain rips through me and the only thing keeping me sane is Demyan, the fucking bastard who got me into this mess for the second time.

“They… they spend half the time telling me not to, and now, when I don’t want to, they say push!”

He smiles. I growl.

“Push!” the midwife says.

There’s the midwife, the OB-GYN. The whole fucking staff in here.

And Demyan.

My husband.