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CHAPTER 44

EMERY

“Ugh.” I roll my head, my neck suddenly tense. “I don’t want to.”

“But I want to know. And you heard my struggles.”

I lean my cheek against his. “I love being this close to you.”

“Same.” His free hand drags up and down my spine. And then he lowers his voice and whispers, “Did your parents make my problem your problem?”

“Yeah.” I take a deep breath.

He keeps rubbing my back.

“What else?” Again, he whispers the question. Low, slow, soft.

“Wait, are you…” I gasp. “Are you doing the TikTok hack for toddler tantrums on me?”

“I…forgot it was for tantrums,” he continues to whisper. And his rubbing hand slides up to the base of my neck. “Would a neck rub help?”

I’m never going to say no to a neck rub.

“Maybe,” I admit, letting my head fall forward, until my forehead is resting on his shoulder.

He releases my hand and gives it his full attention, his thumbs finding all the points where I’m holding tension and working me into a puddle of goo in his lap.

As I relax, I start to tell him about the phone call. The whole story just slides out of me, no hesitation, no distress.

“I don’t want this to sound like I don’t care about the bind this puts you in, because I do, but I also know we’ll figure it out,” I mumble. “But that was literally all they cared about. I had to hang up on them.”

“You wanted them to be excited for you.”

“Yeah.”

“And maybe they could have asked if you needed any help with a last-minute move.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Anything else?”

“They could have asked how I felt about leaving you guys…” I squirm against him, feeling loose and warm now, from the inside out. “If they had, I might have told them how I really feel.”

He clears his throat and his hands sink to my ass, palming both cheeks. “And how do you really feel?”

“I’m going to miss you all so much…” I moan under my breath as his cock grows against my core.

“Fuck.” He clamps his hands tight and pulls me to a stop.

I hadn’t even realized I was rocking my hips back and forth.

“Emery.” His voice is strangled. “Tell me you don’t want this right now.”

“I can’t.”

“Then tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know!”

“Are you sore?”

“Mmm, a bit. It’s like…” I breathe through the pulsing between my legs. “I can still feel you inside me.”

He repeats my name, saying it like a prayer, and then one of his hands is in my hair, making a fist, and tugging my mouth to his.

We kiss like it’s the first time again, desperate and disbelieving, and so, so hungry. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and his hips up between my thighs at the same time, grinding hard now.

“Make yourself feel good,” he pants in between deep kisses. “Another orgasm will take the edge off the ache.”

Will it? Will anything?

I’ve felt empty since yesterday.

“Like this?” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Just rubbing on you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” He tugs my head back so he can look at me, his lust-filled gaze heavily hooded. “Do whatever feels right for your sore little pussy.”

“What about you?”

“Moya polovinka.” He gives me a slow, filthy smile that makes something deep in my belly tug hard. “If you come from dry humping me, I will follow you immediately. Or maybe before, but don’t let that stop you.”

“Before?” I tremble at the thought of making him come in his pants. “Really?”

His pupils dilate. “Try. Try to make me come, sunshine.”

I roll my hips and moan. The ridge of his erection feels better on my clit than my fingers ever have.

His hand on my hip pulls me against him as I rock forward, telling me it feels good for him too, that I could go harder.

“I’ve thought about you on top of me so many different ways. Every morning, I wake up hard for you,” he says, voice cracking. “Right here. Just like this.”

I gasp when he snaps his presses up into me, perfectly aligned, the friction all I need. I’m trembling already, my breath hitching, my thighs shaking.

“You’ve ruined me so many times in this bed,” he whispers. “But it’s never been this good.”

“Alexei—”

“You hear me?” He flexes his fist in my hair, his fingers soft against my scalp. Making me shiver. And then tightening his hold again. Claiming me. “You do this to me. Just you. The real you.”

Before I can reply to that, he kisses me so roughly—just right—I forget how to think. When he pulls back, his eyes are wild.

“Come like this,” he growls. “Cream in your panties for me. Let me feel it.” His mouth is on mine again, but he keeps talking, barely pulling away. “This is all I need. You are all I ever want.”

The tension in my belly coils tight, heat building and firing down my thighs, licking between my legs where I’m riding his cock. I start shaking, but he holds me tight through it, whispering everything I need to hear, taking my desire and turning it into something focused, hot, and forever.

“Yes,” he breathes as my body starts to shudder. “Good girl. Come for me. God, you feel incredible. Fuck, you’re going to make me come, too.”

I fall apart for him, my body pulsing like I’m made of the entire universe, and he might not me inside me again, but he’s inside me on a whole different level.

I can barely breathe, but I don’t stop moving.

I can’t.

Not when I can feel the thick, hard throb of him, even through his pants. And I can feel how close he is, how he’s barely holding on.

“Moya,” I breathe.

His head tips back, jaw clenched. His hands are shaking.

“Teach me, Alexei.”

“Polovinka,” he rasps, his lips dragging along my neck. Breathing it against my skin.

“Moya polovinka,” I repeat, and I mean it. “My soul.”

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he groans. “Can you feel what you're doing to me?”

“I feel it,” I whisper. “I want to make you come, Alexei.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He groans—and then breaks.

The hand on my ass tightens, and his hips jerk, his thighs going hard beneath me. He convulses, pulling me into him. Breathing hard against my throat, and then as he slumps, into my chest.

He turns his head to the side and presses his ear to my heart.

“I’m yours,” I repeat.

And we exhale together.