Vitali had never known such heady desire in his life. He’d fucked his share of women, but none had brought him this close to coming without being naked. Mariana was amazing, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her chocolate eyes melting—she was truly gorgeous.

Desperate to touch more of her, and to have her touch him, he put enough distance between them to rip his own shirt from his body, sending buttons flying. She had to have sensed his intentions because she reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra, but before it could fall and reveal her glorious breasts to him, she clasped the fabric to her chest.

She averted her gaze, biting her lip in a show of nervousness.

“Mariana, tol’ko moya, I have wanted to see you naked before me for two years. Please do not deny me the pleasure now.”

Her flush deepened but she let the fabric fall, uncovering two beautiful breasts. Large, round, a soft brown with dark pink nipples—his cock throbbed at the sight of them.

He scrubbed his hand over his face and smacked his lips. “Fuck, Mariana… Those are just fucking perfect.” And to prove he meant it, he stepped forward, cupped her breasts in his hands, and took her nipple into his mouth again, savoring the salty taste of her flesh on his tongue. When she groaned, pushing her breast into his face, he reveled in the pleasure he was giving her.

His hand returned to her waistband, unzipping the skirt at the side, and pushing it down until the skin-tight skirt was trapped around her lower thighs. He slid his hand over the flesh of her hips and thighs, relishing the warmth and softness, wondering what it would feel like to have that warmth and softness wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.

Again, his cock throbbed, tired of all the promises without any of the follow through. With one last push, he sent the skirt to the floor beside the other clothes. He pulled away to stare down at her panties. The light purple fabric was dark purple at her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re wet for me,” he growled then cupped her sex, sliding a finger along her folds. Mariana moaned, and he captured the sound with his mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up desire he was barely able to contain.

Another moan escaped her lips. “You make me this way, Vitali, and I don’t know what the hell is going on.”

He chuckled. “That is what we call mindless with desire—you’re mindless for me, Mariana.”

She sucked in a breath and leaned into him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest.

“If that’s the case, get those pants off and show me what it truly means to be fucked.”

Her words made his heart halt, the sudden wrenching stealing the heat from his blood for a moment. Fuck her…? That didn’t seem right. It didn’t feel like he was fucking her… It felt like he was cherishing her, adoring her…making love to her.

Dammit.

As if to prove himself wrong, he bent and picked Mariana up, throwing her lusciousness over his shoulder. She squealed and smacked his back.

“Vitali! Put me down! I’m going to break you in half!” she yelled, but he paid no heed. He felt like a caveman, born of ice, carrying his prey into his den, where he would devour her, piece by piece by piece. He carried her into the spacious bedroom, where a large bed sat on a dais facing the windows which were overlooking the city.

A sense of pride filled his chest. He was going to claim his woman in front of all the heartless fuckers in Moscow, the same people who said he’d never amount to anything. The same people who told him he was nothing but a whore’s son, a man who would never know the true warmth of a good woman.

Fuck them. He would prove them wrong, and he’d have one hell of a good time doing it.

With great care, Vitali bent and let Mariana slide from his shoulder and onto the bed. She looked delectable, like a treat waiting to be sampled.

She read his mind, she had to have that power, because she cocked a most seductive smile and lay back on the bed, her arms splayed over the crème-colored silk sheets. The flush that had begun on her cheeks covered the rest of her, and he’d be a dead man if he didn’t see what color her pussy was—would it be the same lush pink?

Kneeling on the bed, still wearing his pants, he shot back to his feet, fumbling with his belt buckle to get one of the last barriers between his cock and her cunny out of the way. It took him more time than usual, because he was so goddamn eager, but once he had his pants undone, he pushed them down. Not surprisingly, his trousers and boxer briefs caught on his engorged penis, and Mariana’s gaze landed just there in that moment. Her smoky brown eyes grew wide, and her lips parted on a gasp, and her flush deepened.

And his cock loved the attention—throbbing painfully.

He pushed once more, dislodging his clothing and revealing the whole of him to his wife’s starving eyes.

“Hell, Vitali… I’m not going to act like a total idiot and say you won’t fit, but please, don’t make it hurt…too much…”

Vitali, heart pounding, blood surging into his groin, looked down at his penis. It was long—9 inches—and thick, so thick some lovers couldn’t get their mouths around it. But he’d bet his fortune Mariana could.

The image of Mariana swallowing his cock made precum gather at his tip.

Shit! If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d spend on her belly—like a fucking teenager.

“I’ll make it good, I promise,” he declared then pressed his nose into the flesh of her belly. It was soft, warm—just like Mariana—and he inhaled her scent. She smelled of arousal, the subtle scent of woman.

Delicious.

Hooking his fingers around the thin band of her panties, he ripped the damned things into pieces, finally revealing the treasure they were hiding. A pillowy bush of dark brown hair was trimmed into a narrow runway that led straight down to paradise. Trembling with his own need, he planted his nose right there at her mons, inhaling the headiness of her womanhood. His head swam.

“God, you smell like heaven, Mariana,” he said, his voice gravelly.

“Vitali, you need to stop playing around and fuck me!” Mariana cried, her eyes wild, her hair spread out over the blanket, her legs open wide in invitation. “If you don’t take me I just might lose my goddamn mind.”

Who was he to deny his wife what she wanted? Growling, he climbed over her and kissed her lips, plundering the heat and sweetness of her mouth. With one hand he cupped her breast, playing with the hard pebble of her nipple, and with his other hand, he spread her legs wider to allow for his hips to wedge in there good and tight.

And then his cock was at her entrance, and his body sang with the anticipation, two years heavy.

Shuddering, forcing his mind to focus, he stared down at her beneath him, and sucked in a breath to steady himself.

“Are you ready? Because if you aren’t, tell me now, because once I start, it’s going to take a fucking firing squad to make me stop,” he growled.

A low, sexy chuckle made her tits shake. “Oh, I’m more than ready, Vitali. I will die if you don’t put that in me right, the fuck, now!”

On her command, he pushed inside her narrow channel, the tightness strangling a cry from his chest.

In that second, the desire to protect her overrode his desire to be in her. “What about protection?”

She grunted and slid her hands up his arms to grip his shoulders. “I got a shot—no worries for another five years.”

That was good enough for him. He wasn’t about to share Mariana, even if his babies would be gorgeous.

“Damn, baby, I’m going to explode before I even get it all in.”

She tensed. “I will kill you if you do!” She braced her hands against his chest.

“God, Vitali, I need this…” A keening cry escaped her lips, and she thrashed her head. Good, she was as delirious as he was.

He pushed in further, just enough to feel a little resistance. She tensed again.

She held her breath for a moment, then let it out slowly.

“You okay?” he asked, determined to ease her pain so she could experience the pleasure.

She nodded. “I’m good.”

With a grunt and a practiced thrust, he seated himself fully inside his wife. Blinding lights gathered behind his eyes; she was so hot, so tight, like a sheath snuggly fitted to a sword. His sword.

She was made for him.

With more strength than he thought he owned, he held still, waiting for her body to grow accustomed to the fullness, to the intrusion. Once her body loosened around him, he pulled out slowly, then pushed in slowly.

Her soft and surprised moan lit him on fire; he pulled out again, thrusting into her with more force. And he did it again, fully seating himself within her welcoming, clenching heat.

“Vitali, ooh, Vitali, that feels so good!” Mariana cried out, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. God, he loved his wife’s bold passion. She stoked him, like a blaze caught at dry timbers. He would lose control if he didn’t check himself.

This was her first time, she deserved her pleasure, and he deserved to give it to her. Bending down, her kissed her, his tongue matching the motion of his own hips, thrusting and moving in slow circles. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Vitali then bent his head to her breast, flicking the tip with his tongue. First one breast, then other.

Mariana arched up with her chest, and then pushed up with her hips, her movements like an undulating wave, crashing into the shore.

He thrust into her, angling his movements to grind against her sensitive clit.

And then her tight, wet, hot channel was flexing, contracting—her orgasm was building.

Lost, broken, in need of his own release, he rocked into her, deep, hard. The sound of his body slamming into hers rang in his ears; music he never wanted to turn down.

Racing to meet her in the explosion of pleasure, Vitali braced his hands on either side of Mariana’s head, allowing his weight to aid in his thrusts—ever deeper, ever harder, ever faster. Panting, sweat dripping from his brow onto Mariana’s bouncing breasts, Vitali was on fire, his body screaming for the ultimate moment—

The earth shifted, the sky fell, the fabric of the universe tore asunder, and his orgasm ripped through him. Throwing his head back, he bellowed his pleasure into the heavens. And Mariana screamed her release, her sheath spasming wildly, her body stiffening and then falling back into the bed, her arms spread wide, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and pinned to his face.

And what he saw there made him question everything.

Despite her brain’s insistence that she was sore and tired, her body was willing to take more of Vitali, his ravenous mouth, his thick cock, and all the orgasms he’d given her.

Six. The man had given her six orgasms—and it wasn’t even morning yet!

“God, Vitali, I don’t know if I’m going to survive until breakfast,” she purred into his chest then stretched her arms out over his abs—the taut muscles flexing as he clenched them. The black hairs on his pecs tickled her nostrils and cheeks.

It was strange how intimate that seemed.

“Are you that spent, wife?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling straight into her head.

She groaned, both ready for round seven and still sore from rounds one through six.

“Yes—but that’s not what I was talking about.” She slid her hand up to rest it over his heart, which was beating a heavy yet steady rhythm. “I meant that I am going to starve to death before then. All this talking has burned off the few bites I had for dinner.”

He chuckled. God, he sounded sexy when he chuckled—hell, the man would be sexy reading the back of a cereal box. There was something panty-melting about a man with an accent, and Russian had always been one of her favorites. She’d even taken Russian in high school, because she already knew Spanish. And while she wasn’t all that fluent or even proficient in Vitali’s language, she wanted to make him happy. So, once she settled in to her new life in Moscow, she’d look into getting private language lessons. Perhaps she’d surprise him during their second wedding ceremony.

With a moan, Vitali shifted beneath her, and she could see the outline of his erection through the thin silk sheet.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “And you’re right, I do want to make you scream my name again.” Heat blasted through her, coming to set fire to her core. “But…my wife is hungry, so I must feed her.”

Laughing, Mariana slid from the bed, dressed in a seriously comfortable robe Vitali laid out for her, and followed her sexy as hell—and still naked—husband down the hall to the living area.

“I’ll have the kitchen send up…what? Waffles? Eggs? Bacon?”

She nodded, her stomach choosing that moment to growl. This time, heat blasted through her face.

Vitali grinned at her. “Everything it is.”

Watching him as he headed to the phone to call for breakfast at 4 A.M., Mariana was struck by a heady realization. She was married. She was this man’s wife. And she’d just had the most amazing sex. What a way to lose her virginity.

Damn! I can’t wait to tell Mia… The guilt that usually surfaced at the thought of the friend she’d lied to didn’t roll in as she thought it would. It wasn’t as though she’d lied to hurt her—it was legally required lying. She couldn’t tell anyone about Diamond Bridal Agency and her contract for marriage. Sworn to secrecy.

Suddenly, she was excited about the prospect of going back to America. Facing Mia, Mia’s anger at Mariana’s secrets, and the responsibilities of her law practice didn’t seem so overwhelming as they had the day before. She wasn’t alone anymore…