Chapter 190: 190

In all the chaos after Xena died and Christo took over, Belle and I never had a formal honeymoon. So now that Inessa is old enough to travel and allow Belle a bit of free time, we’re heading to the same resort we went to what feels like a lifetime ago.

Belle thanks Brienne for her help and then starts to settle in for the long flight.

While the plane takes off, she brushes her hair out and washes her face. And as soon as we’re cruising, she slips into the bathroom to trade her formal gown for a lounge set. A few minutes later, she reemerges. The shorts flounce around her toned thighs and the V-neck dips dangerously low across her chest. She told me she bought it because it was “nursing-friendly,” but right now, it looks made for me.

“Aren’t you going to change?” she asks me. The seats across the aisle have been laid back to create a full-size bed. Belle drops down onto it with a satisfied sigh.

I eye her over the top of my drink. “I didn’t see much point.”

She swallows, but plays dumb. “Sleep in a suit if you want, I guess. I prefer to get comfortable.” She makes a big show of pulling a blanket over her and rolling away from me onto her side.

She’s playing hard to get. My favorite.

Silently, I set my drink aside and loosen the knot of my tie. I toss my jacket over the back of the seat in front of me. I can practically see Belle shivering with anticipation. As I crawl into the space behind her, she instinctively arches back against me. She gasps when she feels my erection against her ass.

“I’m trying to sleep, Nikolai.”

I press a kiss to the back of her neck. “Too bad. You’re mine, remember?”

“Well, this wife of yours is going to sleep.”

I slide my hand down her leg and then pull her towards me, twisting her hips and opening her legs to me. My fingers slip between her thighs and cup the warm curve of her sex. She presses gently into my palm, and immediately, I pull my hand away.

“Unzip my pants,” I whisper in her ear.

She rolls over so she’s facing me, an eyebrow arched. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to please me.”

“Give a little to get a little, kiska.”

Belle stares at me for a moment before she reaches for my pants and does as I ask. She makes quick work of it, shoving the material down my legs and pulling me free. Her hands are small and warm, and I pump softly against her silky skin as I growl deep in my chest.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her.

Instantly, Belle slides her other hand between her legs and inside her shorts. She strokes herself, matching the rhythm to the slide of her palm over my cock. In no time at all, we’re both thrusting to the pleasure.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, but she nods frantically.

“Tell me, Belle. Say it.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want you to touch me.”

“Aren’t you worried someone will see?” I whisper, taunting.

The flight attendant knows better than to bother us without first being summoned. And I don’t plan to summon her anytime soon.

“I don’t care. Let them see.” She gives me a rough stroke, drawing a groan from between my lips. “I need you.”

I slide my fingers down her stomach and lower, replacing her hand with my own. “You’re so wet.”

“I’m ready for you.” She lifts her hips up, taking my fingertip inside.

I push into her, stroking and curling into her warmth. She arches her back and lets her eyes flutter closed. I add a second finger and she starts to match my movements, riding my hand at the same pace I’m finger-fucking her until she’s breathless.

All the while, Belle strokes me. It’s constant and firm, driving my desire higher and higher until I’m physically aching to push inside of her.

Reading my mind, Belle opens her eyes. “I want to come with you inside of me, Nikolai.”

Maybe at one point, I would have resisted the pleasure. I would have held off and forced her to come on my hand before we moved on. But as much as this woman is mine, I am hers, too. And I want nothing more than to give her exactly what she wants.

I slide out of her and we shed our remaining clothes quickly before falling back on the bed together. Belle wraps her hand around my neck and draws my mouth to her plump lips, opening her legs for me. I situate myself between her soft thighs and, inch by inch, press into her.

When I’m fully immersed, Belle rocks against me and moans. “God, you’re so deep inside of me. I want to stay like this forever.”

Slowly, I draw myself all the way out of her before I plunge back in with one thrust.

Belle cries out. “God, yes. That. Do that forever. Forever and ever. Never stop.”

I thrust into her again and again. Each time, Belle falls apart a little bit more.

She claws at my shoulder blades and presses her heels into my lower back. She moans and cries out and whimpers and it’s all fucking perfect.

Finally, I feel her clench around me with a low groan.

“I’m coming,” she gasps, rolling her hips against mine and arching her back off the bed.

I thrust into her until she sinks back into the mattress, her arms thrown lazily over her head. When she opens her eyes, she looks drunk. “My God.”

“Good?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

“Incredible.” She leans up and kisses me, her tongue swirling into my mouth, her teeth nipping at my lower lip. “I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of that.”

I pull away quickly. “You have to wonder?”

She laughs. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant—”

I don’t let her finish. In one swift move, I roll her onto her stomach and grip her hips. I move onto my knees behind her and stroke my tip against her opening.

“You don’t have anything to prove,” she moans, wiggling her hips in front of me.

“Apparently, I do. I need to remind you who you belong to. Who you’ll always belong to.”

In one movement, I slide home in her. Her back arches, and she tips her head back in a cry. “Nikolai.”

I smile and drag my hand down her back. “Exactly.”