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“I didn’t plan on telling you.”

“Seamus. This is serious. We have to do something. We have to?—”

I pull her tight against me. She stares in shock as my grip holds her hips fast. I don’t release her when she tugs back. Instead, I snake one hand into her hair.

“I’m not leaving you.”

She looks confused and hurt. “But your family. If we don’t?—”

“They’ll just marry you to someone else.”

“Is this why you’ve been so distant?”

“It’s safer for you if I make Molchanie think I’m doing what she wants.”

Understanding blossoms in Alina’s expression, followed by a grimace of pain. “I can’t let someone get killed because of me. There’s got to be a way out of this. Who is she? What does she even care if we’re married?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not stepping aside.” The conviction comes over me like a wave. Maybe it’s the feeling of her body against mine. Maybe it’s the way she’s looking at me, horrified and scared, but also like I can fix this.

Like despite everything, she trusts me.

I stoop down and brush my lips against hers. She makes a soft whimper as I press them harder and kiss her, fully and deeply, until I’m gripping her hair tight and dominating her mouth with mine.

This isn’t how I saw tonight going.

But it’s what I need. It’s what I think she needs too. She moans into my kiss as I pull her to the bed, roughly taking off her pajama top and tossing it aside. She’s bare underneath, and I palm her breasts, kissing her neck and down to her stiff nipples as I draw her down beneath me. She squirms and groans. I snarl and unleash myself on her. I kiss her, tongue taking her mouth, as my fingers slip down between her legs. She gasps, arching asI tease her wet slit, rolling around her clit before spreading her slightly, easing her apart.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

It’s the opposite of putting distance between us.

But now that I have her smell, her taste, her noises in my head, I can’t stop.

I rip her panties off, and she’s moaning as I kiss her inner thigh. My tongue stiffens, and I glide it up along her slit, tasting her and groaning with pleasure as she arches into me, gasping for air.

“Seamus, wait,” she says, gripping my hair. I look up and stare into her eyes. Her breasts rise and shake with each hard breath she draws in. “I can’t… I don’t want to be a problem…”

“You’re not.” I kiss the top of her pussy lightly. “You’re far from a problem.”

“She’s going to kill someone.”

“That isn’t your fault.” I kiss lower. “I shouldn’t have pulled away.” I kiss again, tasting her as my tongue slips forward, lapping her up. “That was a mistake.”

“It was annoying,” she says, breathing fast again.

“You missed this.”

“Don’t flatter your—” She moans, arching as my fingers slide into her and my mouth sucks her clit. “Oh, fuck, okay, yeah, I missed this.”

I grin and lick her and suck her, fingers sliding in and out. I could stay right here in bed and taste her all night long. I couldlive with her moans until the day I died. Nothing’s better than this, than making my beautiful little wife gasp and come apart. It’s the most incredible sight in the world.

But I’m crazy with how bad I want her. I’m so hard it hurts. My dick’s aching and sore, begging to feel the inside of her tight pussy again. I draw her close, getting her right against the edge, teasing and pushing, licking and sucking, fingers sliding in and hitting that good spot, and when her cheeks are flushed and her chest is pink, I pull back.

“Why?” she gasps, eyes wide with need. “What? Don’t stop!”

I pull off my boxer briefs, spit into my hand, and stroke my cock. I moisten the tip of my dick before pinning her back down.

“I didn’t say I was done with you,” I murmur in her ear, rubbing myself against her soaking wet pussy, glazing myself with her wetness. “I’m far from it, but I couldn’t wait anymore.”