Chapter 191 191

Chapter 191 191
“Which is?”

“To worship every inch of your body.”

A shiver runs down my spine. “Better get to it then. Before you change your mind.”

He smirks, wolfish and hungry. “As you wish, moya pakhansha.”

Then he’s sealing his lips over mine.

It’s a deep, devouring kiss. It leaves me stranded against the wall, drowning in pleasure and heat, with not a single second to catch my breath. I’m going to die, I think helplessly as Matvey steals my oxygen again, and again, and again. This kiss will be the death of me.

But when we break apart, I just dive back for more.

I feel his hands on my dress, fighting off layers and layers of tulle to get to my bare skin. But this dress is mermaid-shaped, which means there’s very little space to maneuver anything down there.

“Wait,” I gasp. “Let me.”

I reach for a clasp at my side. It’s a hellish endeavor, trying to connect my last two functioning brain cells enough to work it loose. But the second I do…

My skirts flare, open and ready.

“Blyat’,” he curses against my neck. “Had that ready for me, didn’t you?”

“Actually, I had it ready for the dance,” I breathe under an assault of kisses. “But then it wasn’t really necess—ah!”

Pleasure sparks through me. With a single, swift move, Matvey frees my breasts from their cups and dives between them, biting each nipple in turn. His tongue is a hot, molten thing.

“M-Matvey…”

“Mine,” he growls against my skin. “Only mine.”

Yours, I want to gasp back. Only yours.

Then he drops to his knees.

I understand what he’s about to do a split second before he actually does it. “Matvey, that’s…!”

Embarrassing. Ridiculous. Corny.

None of those words make it halfway past my throat.

Because the truth is, it’s also hot as sin.

Matvey’s teeth clamp the lace garter around my thigh. I can feel his beard graze me all the way down, his canines scraping the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

When he emerges with the piece of lace in his mouth, I almost lose it. “What am I going to do with you?” I exhale.

He spits out the lace. “That’s the wrong question to ask.”

“What’s the right one?”

His eyes go dark, hooded. Hungry in a million different ways. “What am I going to do with you?”

Then he dives back under my skirts.

At the first lap of his tongue, I bite my lip so hard I draw blood. But I can’t afford anything less—if I don’t, everyone out there will hear me.

Except that Matvey seems determined to accomplish just that. “Don’t hide,” he rasps. “Let me hear your pretty little voice sing.”

So I do. I throw my head back against the wall and moan as Matvey’s tongue spells doom inside of me. With one leg hooked around his neck and five manicured nails digging into his scalp, I feel like the dirtiest bride who’s ever lived.

I don’t know how long he goes on: minutes, hours, days. Like he’s eating me alive.

“Matvey,” I gasp. I’m so close I can taste it, but it scares me, too. How good it feels—this rising wave of pure pleasure. How strong it’ll hit when it finally crests and crashes. “I can’t…!”

“Then don’t.”

That’s all it takes. I push his mouth fully on me, shameless in my undone bridal gown, and ride out my orgasm.

When Matvey rises back to me, I hook both arms around his shoulders. “Bed,” I demand. “Now.”

He doesn’t make me ask twice.

My feet lose solid ground again. He carries me all the way across the room, to the giant four-poster bed at the end. It looks lavish—fit for a king.

And his queen, I remind myself.

He lays me down gently, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. “I am going to keep you up all night.”

He slips off my shoes and presses a reverent kiss to the side of my foot, then my ankle. With every kiss upward, I shiver a little more. Matvey’s lips graze all the most forgettable parts of me, the ones that even I forget I have: the underside of my calf, the dip in my knee, the birthmark under my belly button. Places that should be worth nothing in a situation like this, and yet he makes them feel so precious.

He makes me feel precious.

And suddenly, the same hunger flares up in me: the burning urge to consume. To show Matvey just how much I want him, too.

“Lie back,” I whisper.

He arches one eyebrow at me, but doesn’t protest. He doesn’t exactly go full starfish, but strips off his clothes and sits up against the headboard, which is about as submissive as he’s ever going to get. Pakhan pride and all that.

But that’s okay. I don’t need him to submit. I just need him exactly where he is.

I shed my wedding dress and crawl into his lap. My panties have already been unceremoniously ripped off—not that I’d expected any different. In fact, it just makes my job easier.

“What’s this?” he smirks.

When I take him in hand, he’s already dripping. “Me being a good wife.”

Then I sink.

“Fuck,” he swears as I pop the tip in. “Fuck.”

Honestly, I’m right there with him.

I savor the drag of his length inside me, inch by torturous inch. I take him slowly, my gaze fixed on Matvey’s hooded eyes, determined to catch every fleeting expression.

If I’m his, then he’s mine, too.

I start moving. “Husband,” I breathe.

Matvey bites back a curse. “Say it again.”

“Husband.”

“Again.”

He thrusts up inside me as I ride him, the rhythm merciless. “Husband, husband, husb—ahh!”

It happens in a blink. One second, I’m the one on top, and the next —

The next, my back hits the mattress. “I warned you.”

“Ma—!” He drives into me. This time, it’s so deep I can’t even breathe. “Matvey.”

“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up,” he growls against my pulse point. “Until you’re begging for me to let you go.”

“Ahh—”

“Until you’re fucking stuffed.”

My eyes roll back. I just came—why am I feeling like I could come again in seconds? “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to put another baby into me?”

It’s a half-joke, but the look Matvey gives me is dead serious. “Yes. And then another.”

“I—”

“And another, and another, until not a day goes by when you aren’t filled with my babies.”

God help me. I know it’s just dirty talking, and yet…

And yet, part of me wants nothing else. Not in the literal stuffed-withbabies-until-you-die sense, but in the only sense that matters.

May’s going to be one soon. And really, I’ve always wanted a big family. Three kids at least, maybe more. Perhaps it isn’t such a bad idea to start right away.

“Okay,” I breathe.

“Yeah?” Matvey rasps into my ear.

“Yes.” I take his face in my hands. “Fill me with your baby.”