“That would not be a bad thing, would it?”
He laughed and turned over, his cock showing it her it most definitely would not be a bad thing.
“I don’t know how to love, Dmitry, but I want to learn because if anyone deserves to be loved, it is you.”
He pulled her closer to him, smoothing a kiss over her brow and pushing her hair from her face. “I think you are my savior, Bone. Before you, I was empty, searching for a past even as I ran from it.”
“I am not sorry I killed your father or your mother.”
He kissed her lips this time. “I am not either.”
“But I am sorry we could not save Ninka,” she whispered. The pain of that morning in Arequipa was fresh. She feared it always would be.
“My sister. If I could have found her in time enough to save her, perhaps I wouldn’t have you now. There are steps we take, Etzem, that lead us to our lives. My life is you so I will no longer regret the steps I’ve taken because of where I am now.”
“I do not know that I can be what you need,” she told him baldly. Better he know now than hope for something else.
“We have already discussed change. I cannot change you, Bone Breaker. To try would make you something different from the woman I’ve given myself to. That would destroy me as surely as it would destroy you.”
“You have changed me though,” she admitted. “I still have secrets, Dmitry. There are things I cannot tell you, not yet.”
He nodded, hands moving up and down her back, soothing. “I understand your loyalty and I would not change that either. But I will demand that you keep me in the loop. I would go crazy not knowing where you are. Do not ask that of me. I will not ask for specifics and I would be a complete fucking dumbass to think you need me to protect you, but it will not stop me from trying. To me you are fragile glass and I would give my last breath to keep you safe whether you can do that on your own or not.”
“You ask for things that are foreign to me,” she whispered.
He glanced at her, worry lining his brow. “How about this,” he said, pressing his hips forward and groaning as her hand stroked his hard cock. “I ask you for nothing but this emotion between us that grows hot when I look at you and turns molten when I feel your hands on my body. How about I ask you for nothing but the pleasure that we create when our bodies touch?”
“Vsegda,” she said at his lips.
His eyes lowered, the blue burning and being answered by the fire inside her belly for this man. “You would promise me that?”
“Right here, right now, I would promise you forever.”
Once she gave the words life they expanded between them becoming something more than she’d ever known. But they were also bitter because she knew she was leaving once again.
He tangled her hair in his hands and came over her, his lips at hers. She opened her legs to him, the length of his cock on her thigh hot as she was consumed by want. He did not kiss her, simply held her there until he sank slowly inside her body, pushing in so deeply she felt possessed, owned.
“Moye,” he said, lips grazing hers as they moved.
“I will remember this,” she promised, more to herself than to Dmitry.
“Yes,” he ground out as she angled her hips, taking him even deeper and using her internal muscles to clench on him.
He stroked her then, retreating to her precipice to slide in again slowly. He built the heat in her body, and they shared sweat and breath. He stared at her, holding her hair and not allowing anything but her hips to move.
She met each thrust, giving herself to him, cementing him in her mind and heart. She did not think about tomorrow. She did not think about her sisters.
All she knew was Dmitry.
How long he made love to her she did not know. It seemed forever but not long enough. Her body craved and he answered her call, giving everything he was to her and abolishing her fear and pain. The heat called to her, the completion of what he wrought inside her demanding as he pushed in harder, deeper, faster.
His hips pumped and she relished the sweat that fell from him as a benediction, burning her skin in the most delightful ways.
“Take me,” he demanded. “Take all of me.”
She did not answer simply gave herself over to him, allowing his body to carry hers up the shimmering cliffs of desire so that they both peaked and exploded at the same time.
He rode her through her orgasm, building the heat once more, pushing her body until she thought she’d go mad.
“I will have all of you,” he said at her ear.
She acceded and he took it—her heart, her soul, her mind, they were his. Bone was his.
And when the darkness began to lighten in the eastern sky, Bone slid from the sheets and the warmth of his body, kissed his lips and left.
Chapter Twenty-Six