Chapter 188 188

Chapter 188 188
“Do we have to play the ‘I told you so’ game? Am I supposed to admit that I was wrong and you were right? Will that please you? Will that make you hard, my don?”

He groans and licks his lower lip. “Say it, Piper. Say you need me. Tell me that you can’t wait another fucking second.”

“I could do that.” I walk towards him slowly, one foot in front of the other. I stop in front of him and drag a hand over his muscled chest. Then I drop to my knees, my fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. “But I think actions speak louder than words.”

Timofey is vibrating by the time I slide his zipper down. When I wrap my lips around his length, he leans his head back, a deep moan unfurling from his chest.

I work my tongue over him, swirling and sucking. His hand rests gently on the back of my head, but as I continue, the pressure becomes firmer. He pulls me towards him as he bucks into my mouth. I grip his hips as he gently fucks my face, taking what I know he wants.

“Holy shit, Piper.” My name sounds like a prayer on his lips. I answer by taking him deeper, by choking on him.

He curses again and pulls back, panting.

I wipe my mouth and smile up at him. Before I can stand, Timofey carries me back to the bed and settles between my legs.

He is feverish, ripping my panties away and burying his face between my thighs. I bite down on my hand to keep from crying out.

He laps at my wetness and sucks on my clit. He drives me to a leg-shaking, earthquaking orgasm faster than I would have thought possible.

I grip his hair in my fist and ride his gorgeous mouth.

When he sits up, he’s grinning. “I knew you’d never be able to wait.”

He’s so right. I can’t believe I made it this long, actually.

“Careful,” I warn him. “I’m the one who was just satisfied. I could walk out of here and leave you high and dry.”

He draws back, looking offended. “You consider yourself satisfied?”

No way. Not even close. Never.

I shrug. “It was a good orgasm.”

His eyes narrow as he stands up.

For a second, I think I might have pushed him too far. Maybe he really is going to walk away and leave me here. It would be so like Timofey to take the power back and torture me.

Then he grabs my hand and yanks me off the bed.

I slap against his solid chest, off-balance and helpless in his arms. He holds me for a second, his lips hovering over mine. I let my eyes flutter closed and my mouth part. His breath is warm against my skin.

“I can do a hell of a lot better than ‘good,’ Piper.”

Then the world tips.

He whips me around and positions me on the couch opposite the bed. My hands grip the back of the couch, and I’m looking into the twelve-inch strip of mirror that runs the entire length of the wall. I’ve never paid much attention to it before, but my eyes are locked on it now.

I can see Timofey standing behind me, his heated gaze raking over the curve of my jutting hips. He grabs my leg and positions my knee on the cushioned bench. Then he does the same with the other, splaying me open in front of him.

I turn my head to look back at him, but he presses on my jaw and forces me to look straight ahead. Directly in his eyes.

He presses himself to my entrance and thrusts, filling me from behind in one slick motion.

I arch against him, taking him even deeper.

“What do you think?” he asks, stroking a finger down the curve of my spine. “Are you satisfied?”

There’s no time for games now. Not when my body is craving his touch.

I shake my head. “Never.”

“Good girl.”

I’m rewarded for my honesty with another slow, sensual stroke. Timofey fills me with purpose. Every brush of skin is important and worth savoring.

He spreads his hands over my hips and groans. “This is going to be mine. All of it. All of you.”

I meet his eyes in the mirror. “I already am yours.”

Immediately, I realize how silly it was to try to wait for our wedding. What is a minister going to make official about our relationship? What can any piece of paper say about the two of us that hasn’t already been said?

Timofey must feel the same way, because his eyes glaze over with a primal kind of lust. He claims me, marking me as his until I’m crying out.

Then, just as suddenly, Timofey sits down on the couch next to me and pulls me into his lap. His hands ghost over my peaked nipples and caress the soft skin of my belly. He bites my jaw and sheaths himself inside of me again.

“You’re it for me, Timofey,” I gasp, riding him. “You’re everything—my lust, my love, my don.”

He growls and increases our pace, driving into me until I’m shaking around him. My body clenches down hard, pulsating with a bone-deep pleasure I’ve rarely known.

“Like that, Timofey,” I cry. “Don’t stop. I—I—I love you.”

Words tumble out of my mouth incoherently as the orgasm lifts me up and wrings me out.

When I’m done and lying limply on his chest, Timofey carries me to the bed, curls around me, and enters me from behind.

It’s a gentle finish. Timofey spills inside of me and then stays there, cuddling me until my heart stops racing.

“I could stay here forever with you.” He lifts my hair and kisses my damp neck. “Actually, let’s do exactly that. Forget the wedding. You’re my wife already, and we’re going to stay in this bed forever.”

I laugh and turn to him. “The government might have something to say about the legality of this arrangement.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Forget the government, too. You’re my wife in every way that matters, Piper. I’m going to honor you and love you and worship you and fuck you—”

“I don’t remember those vows,” I laugh.

“I’ll make my own,” he says in all seriousness. “I’m going to spend every second of the rest of my life making you happy.”

“Do you have that kind of stamina?”

He presses a hand to his chest in offense. “Is that your subtle way of seducing me into round two? I’ll do it. I just don’t want to wear you out before tonight.”

I’m still buzzing with an orgasm, but I feel butterflies in my stomach at the idea of being with Timofey again.

I’m not sure that feeling will ever go away.

“I want a round two and a round three and a round four…”

He groans and spans his large hand across my hip, drawing me close to him.

“But,” I interrupt, kissing his nose, “we have children to take care of.”

He sighs, his full lower lip pouting out. “So staying in this bed forever is off the table?”

“For now. But ask me again in… twenty years?”

“Two decades is a long time. Are you sure you’ll still feel the same way?”

I stroke his stubbly cheek and nod. “I’m positive.”

He grins, and I feel the force of it all the way down to my toes. “Okay, then. You, me, a bed, and the rest of our lives. It’s a date.”