“I’m so excited! I’m thrilled! Hell, I’m terrified!” Logan shouted with glee as she flopped back onto the bed. Her long brown hair fanned out around her as she kicked her legs like a child who just unwrapped the perfect gift on Christmas morning. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously at her husband.
Kodiak strode over to her, more than a little intrigued with her childlike excitement. “Well, me, too. I mean, the way you’re wiggling around makes me want to pin you down and fuck you to within an inch of your life. Holding your arms down and spreading your legs wide beneath me? Baby, I’ll never get tired of that shit.” He reached beneath her skirt and lightly stroked her pussy lips, trailing a fingertip back and forth along her slit, smiling as she spread her legs for him.
“I’ll never forget the night you walked into the gambling house. You looked so out of place, like you needed someone to watch over you. So inquisitive,” he murmured as she arched her back and moved against his hand, “I knew you were bound to get yourself into trouble. It was the first night my father had put me in charge of the place, like the man himself had set you in my path. It was the same with my mother and father; in fact, the circumstances were so damn similar that I knew you were mine.”
His eyes never left hers as he unzipped his jeans. He’d been relaxing with them already unbuttoned and had lost the shirt as soon as he walked into the room because he knew how much she liked that. Getting naked would require very little effort. He grinned and bit his lip hungrily. I am nothing if not efficient.
Her simple cotton dress only added to her air of innocence while giving him not-so-innocent, easy access to her slick womanly depths. He moved the delicate, lacey G-string over to the side. Settling between her legs, he kissed her long and deep, raising his head just long enough to whisper against her lips, “I’ve got to be inside you.”
He tilted his hips toward her and thrust hard, moving inexorably deeper until he was fully seated. His groan of relief said everything he couldn’t put into words as her heat consumed him: he was home, she was his place of refuge in the storm…and he was the storm.
“I love you, woman, so fucking much.” He breathed her scent in, a delicate mix of citrus and hints of florals, all layered with sultry pheromones that were hers and hers alone. “You’re my world, my life. There is no life for me without you. Without you, I’d be a shadow of a man, just going through the motions. You’re mine; Born Bratva, just like me. Make no mistake, our children will be Born Bratva too.”
“Our legacy,” she said softly, her hips moving in time with his. His words brought tears to her eyes. Kodiak wasn’t a man given to poetry. The fact that he was expressing thoughts he kept hidden from the rest of the world meant more to her than any gift he could ever give her. He was doing something most Bratva men seldom did—by opening his heart and letting her in, he was giving her full access to the skeletons and demons he kept locked away.
Logan’s athletic, feminine build was the product of years of long-distance running. Kodiak loved the long, lean lines of her body. Her sleek, toned legs wrapped around him as she breathed out softly, “I love you, too, husband of mine.” Her fingers entwined in his thick dark hair. They looked into each other’s eyes, easily connecting on a soul level that went much deeper than their intense physical attraction. No one else existed in that moment, only the two of them and their eternal promise to have each other’s back, no matter what.
Their bodies moved together easily, hands grasping, tongues tasting, hips rolling likes waves on the ocean. He slammed her wrists back on the bed as his thrusts became more insistent and the expression in his eyes became more predatory. Logan tossed her head back, eager to give in to the barrage of erotic sensations he had unleashed.
“You’re so in the moment with me, always,” he rasped as he angled his hips to ensure his cock stroked her velvety depths in all the right places. She struggled against his hold, trying to raise her arms, wanting to rake her nails down his back. She writhed against him, reaching for something to hold on to for dear life as the orgasm gunned for her.
“Oh, no,” he murmured hoarsely as his lips slid along her throat. “You’re not going any-fuckin’-where. You’re going to stay right here, baby, and cum all over my cock.”
With a gasp, she arched her back with total abandon. Her muscles clenched and quivered around his engorged length. She cried out, sobbing his name like he was her lifeline because, in this moment, she knew he was.
Kodiak waited until he knew his woman was sated before giving in to his own release. If Kodiak was anything he was disciplined, in and out of the bedroom. His cock throbbed and quivered as he pumped hot streams of cum into her.
When he could breathe again, he rolled over to lie beside her, his chest heaving and his forearms resting back on his pillow. They needed to talk, but it wasn’t going to be typical pillow talk.
He raised up on an elbow and reached over her, stealing a kiss as he grabbed his cigarettes from the nightstand. He lit one and lay on his back to take a long, smooth drag, exhaling while the nicotine settled his nerves. The talk he needed to have with her would be as serious as it could get: life and death.