Page 34 of Sweet Deception (Savage Vow #2)

He tilted his head. “And you think that lasts? A woman like that, young, restless, ignored, she’ll turn heads. You won’t stray, I know you. But her? Someone’s bound to try. And if they get to her first...”

His tone sharpened. “You’re sitting on a prize, Gleb, and every wolf in this game can smell it. Tie her to you, body and soul or they’ll take what you won’t.”

The words sank in, cold and heavy. I set my glass down, appetite gone.

I tensed.

Would someone dare? And if I gutted them for it, would it erase the fact they’d touched what was mine?

The thought drove me insane.

I stood abruptly. “Misha, we’ll talk later. Where’s my wife?”

He raised an eyebrow but gestured toward the back. “They should be in the garden.”

Before I could move, Anna and Luna came walking toward us, laughing like old friends.

I froze.

Anna never laughed like that. Not with strangers.

I walked straight to her and took her by the arm. “We need to leave.”

She smiled at Luna. “See you soon, babe.”

Luna waved back, her expression softening with something almost... sad.

Loneliness.

I didn’t dwell on it. I led Anna out of the mansion and into the car.

As I started the ignition, she sighed. “Luna has been through a lot. I feel bad for her.”

I barely hummed in response.

My mind was somewhere else.

I needed to make her mine. Completely.

She kept talking, lightheartedly telling me about the things she and Luna had discussed. I responded, but my thoughts were already running ahead.

I wanted to erase every trace of doubt. Every possibility of another man ever touching her.

The drive felt endless.

The second we pulled into the garage, I stepped out, walked to her side, and opened the door. She stepped down, still smiling, happier than I’d ever seen her.

Was it because of Luna?

For a second, I wanted to take her inside. Be gentle. But that wasn’t enough anymore.

I needed her now.

I slammed her against the car, not hard, but firm enough that she gasped.

Her eyes widened. “Gleb...”

I kissed her before she could finish. Hard. Desperate. Claiming.

She stiffened, caught off guard. Then melted.

I groaned into her mouth, my fingers gripping her waist as I deepened the kiss. Tasting the defiance and sweetness I had denied myself for months

My lips traveled down her neck. She shivered.

I lifted her onto the car, unzipping her jeans.

She gasped. Her eyes wide, breath shaky.

As if she couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Neither could I.

My fingers grazed the soft skin of her thigh.

My pulse quickened, my jeans straining against the growing ache as I traced higher, brushing her inner thigh.

She gasped, a sharp little sound that sent heat coursing through me.

My hand slid toward her panties, and I felt the dampness there, undeniable, electric.

I rubbed her gently with my thumb, locking eyes with her.

Those seductive, half-lidded eyes stared back, pulling me in.

I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a slow, hungry kiss as my hand slipped beneath the fabric. Her fingers dug into my back, her voice breaking through the haze. “Gleb!”

My thumb found her clit, circling it with deliberate care, and her moan spilled out, raw and unrestrained.

Her hips rocked toward me, urgent, like she couldn’t wait another second.

I could’ve taken her right there, pinned her to the floor and lost myself in her, but it was her first time.

I scooped her into my arms instead, carrying her to the master bedroom, her warmth pressed against my chest.

I shed my clothes in a rush, jeans and shirt hitting the floor. She watched, a flicker of nerves in her eyes, but no fear, just longing. “I’m big,” I warned, helping her peel off her top, her jeans already a crumpled heap.

She shrugged, a quiet defiance in the gesture, her need outweighing any hesitation. I slid her white panties down, my fingers brushing her gently. “It’ll hurt,” I murmured, voice low against her ear.

“I know,” she whispered back, steady and sure.

I dipped my head, intending to taste her, but her thighs snapped shut instinctively. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling back.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, cheeks flushing as she parted them again. “It’s just... reflex.”

I grinned. “First time, huh? Relax, baby, I’m gonna eat you out.”

“You don’t have to say it,” she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “God, that’s embarrassing.”

I chuckled, shifting up to her chest instead. My lips closed around her breast, sucking gently, teeth grazing her nipple. She gasped, then moaned, “Damn, Gleb!” Her voice trembled with every flick of my tongue.

I kissed a trail down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, pausing at her navel, until my mouth hovered above her.

Her pulse thrummed beneath my lips as I descended, tasting her at last. She was soaked, and her moans grew louder as my tongue slid inside, relentless, savoring every shudder.

“Oh my fucking... days.” Her hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight like it was all that kept her grounded.

Her body started to quake, jerking beneath me, and I knew she was close. I pulled up, aligning my lips with hers. “Like how you taste?” I teased, kissing her deeply.

She nodded, a breathless laugh escaping as I positioned myself, my cock brushing her center.

Her eyes met mine, a silent nod giving me the green light.

She was ready, had probably dreamed of this as much as I had.

I eased in slowly, watching her face. She gasped, biting her lip hard, pain flickering across her features.

I pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time.

The pleasure hit me like a freight train.

Fuck. She felt good, and I wanted to take it slow, but she was unraveling me.

I gripped her breasts, full and perfect in my hands, and let go, pounding into her with a rhythm she’d craved in her quiet fantasies.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, mingling with her moans, my name a broken chant on her lips.

I kept going, relentless, sucking at her breast as I drove deeper.

“Oh my...” Sweat beaded on her skin, on mine, as I pushed us both to the edge.

My body tightened, a warning, and I thrust harder, ruthless now, leaning in to kiss her with bruising force.

I was close, too close, and the years of pent-up hunger roared through me.

I bit her lip, tasting blood as I came, spilling into her with a groan that tore from my chest. She took it all, her nails raking my back, her lips sucking mine with fierce passion.

I felt her clench around me, her own release crashing through her, her moans echoing off the walls.

“Yeah... that’s it, baby girl...” Her cries peaked, then softened into a heavy exhale. The room was cool, but we were drenched, slick with sweat and each other.

I started to pull away, to lie beside her, but her arms tightened around me. “Don’t go,” she mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.

“I’m not,” I said, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder. “I’m right here.”

“Lay on me instead?” I asked, shifting some of my weight off her. I was bigger, heavier, she couldn’t take me crushing her for long.

“Just leave me,” she said softly, her grip firm.

I wouldn’t leave, not now, not ever. She was my first in a way that mattered, and I’d damn well be her last. I pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “Don’t worry, babe. As long as I’m breathing, I’m yours.”

She didn’t answer, just held me closer.

“It hurt, right?” I asked after a beat.

“A little,” she admitted, “but it’s fine. You made my fantasy real.”

I smirked. “What else you dreaming about?”

She hummed, shy again. “Too embarrassed to say.”

I laughed, the sound rumbling between us.

We fell quiet, her breathing evening out against my chest. When it grew labored, I eased out of her embrace, catching the soft peace on her face.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her fully onto me, her bare breasts pressed to my chest, her warmth against my stirring cock. Fuck, she was getting me hard again.

But I didn’t act on it. Not yet.

She stirred, shifting to straddle me, her thighs parting over my hips. She guided me back to her entrance and slid down, slow and deliberate. “Babe...” I groaned, stunned.

“Yeah...” She winked, rocking her hips, her ass slamming against me with a rhythm that stole my breath. I hadn’t expected her to take me like this, not so soon.

“There’s my girl,” I growled, hands gripping her ass, guiding her as she rode me. Her moans filled the room, wild and unrestrained, and I matched her pace, pleasure coiling tight. My hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing gently as she moved faster.

“Gleb, I’m almost...” Her voice broke, desperate, and she slammed down harder, a scream tearing from her throat as she came, nails carving into my chest. She collapsed onto me, spent, and I wrapped her in my arms, staying inside her as her breathing slowed.

Minutes stretched on, and I realized she’d drifted to sleep, still wrapped around me. I didn’t pull out, couldn’t bring myself to. I hadn’t felt this alive in years. She was my missing piece, the certainty settling deep in my bones. Everything about her, her softness, her fire, was perfect.