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“Don’t do that, malysh.” She swallowed and my hand slid down her slim throat. My thumb ran down her beautiful lips.

“I’ve never been so wrong in my life, Skye. These doubts… they’re killing me. I doubted you. Us. Everything.”

She shook her head frantically. “No, malysh. You doubted yourself, but I’ll never let you do that again.”

My eyes and heart were opened when Kostya threw himself into the equation and I realized how fucking lucky I was that she was mine. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—survive watching her with someone else. But those therapist’s words still weighed me down.

“Nothing and nobody has ever felt more right than you. Not when we were children. Not now,” I signed with my free hand, the silent words louder and truer than anything else I’d ever spoken.

“We’re right for each other.” She watched me with conviction in her eyes, feeding my soul. “You protected me for years, always my shadow knight lurking to jump in. But from now on, we’ll protect each other. Just you and me forever, Nikola. That’s all I want.”

My hands reached for her soft hips and I pulled her over so she could straddle me. Then I showed her just how right we fit together.

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SKYE

Nikola’s hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me to him. His bare chest was hot against my own, our bodies fitting perfectly together.

I smelled his cologne, familiarity making my lungs pinch with every breath.

“I want to tell you something,” I signed, although I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. “I’ve been seeing a therapist.” He looked at me with an anguished expression. “She helped me. I… I know you like kinky stuff. You said vanilla stuff isn’t your thing, and I want to give you whatever you need. So if you?—”

“If you want to experiment, we can. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Can I? I just want you. Need you. Everything else, we’ll have the rest of our lives to figure out. Okay?”

I nodded. They were exactly the right words I wanted to hear. We would figure it all out together.

“Then kiss me, malysh. I’m aching for you.”

“Fuck, I missed you,zayka.”

Then he kissed me. It was teeth clashing together. Hard. Messy. Desperate.

My lips parted and his tongue thrust inside, claiming me savagely. We kissed without any reservations, claiming each other. Warmth erupted in my chest and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He tasted so good. Just the way I remembered it.

The months without him had been lonely, eating at me, but all it took was two words—I’m sorry—for us to find our way to each other again. One kiss from Nikola and it was as if it never happened.

My breasts brushed against him, molding to his chest. His heart was thundering in sync with mine, hard and fast. He was the only one who could make me feel this alive. His mouth trailed down my throat, following the curve where my neck and shoulder met, then he sucked and nipped, and I felt it between my thighs.

I rubbed against him, needing him inside me.

As if he sensed my need, his hand yanked the nightgown from my body. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of my panties, and in the next breath, they were shredded too, leaving me completely naked. All I felt was his big warm hand as he traced my naked skin from my cheek down to my ribs, coming back up to cup my breast and squeeze.

He rubbed a thumb across my nipple, lifting his head and taking it between his teeth. The awareness captured my next breath, and pleasure blazed through me and straight to my core. My back arched with a steep exhale as he sucked on the sensitive flesh.

Stroking every inch of my breasts, he bent his head, taking the other nipple between his teeth. He tugged on my nipple with his teeth, using brutal force, then licked the sting of pain away. A vibration traveled from his lips to my skin and straight to my core.

His fingers fisted my strands and forced me to open my eyelids.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered.

I didn’t question his demand. I shifted, my fingers digging into his scalp and gripping his hair. In the next breath, Nikola’s mouth was on my inner thigh, kissing it and sucking on the sensitive flesh. He licked me from my entrance to my clit.

His tongue thrust inside me, and I felt his groan vibrate against me and deep in my core. I moaned, scraping my nails over his scalp, feeling the burn of his stubble against my heat, and I knew I needed more of him.

He ran a rough hand down my thighs, spreading them wide open. Then he thrust his tongue inside me. In and out. Again and again. Fisting a handful of his hair, I moved my hips as he worked me, desperate to find my release.