I considered this as I replayed the conversation in my mind. The strange, fragile possibility of fixing something long thought beyond repair.
“Yeah,” I finally said with a nod.
Then I looked back at the villa, where Misha and Danil were arguing over the last muffin.
“I never imagined this would be my life,” I added.
“I know.” His tattooed arm slid around my waist, grounding and warm. “But it’s not bad, is it?”
I met his piercing gaze and smiled softly. “No. Not bad at all.”
Maybe it was crazy; maybe I was crazy. But I was just happy to have finally found a place where people stayed.
Chapter 43
Sasha
Mymeetinghadrunlonger than I’d like. By the time I returned to the villa, night had long fallen. I dragged myself up the stairs, the house already dark and quiet.
When I opened the bedroom door, ready to strip and fall into bed next to Addy, I paused. The sight of her beneath the sheets had me wide awake again all of a sudden.
I slipped quietly into the walk-in closet and felt around for the object of my desire as quietly as I could. When my fingers closed around the hard, familiar shape, I felt a low buzz of excitement begin to build inside me.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes, pulled the mask over my face and crossed the moonlit room to the bed. My cock was already half-hard. I gave it a couple of strokes while slowly pulling the sheets off her body.
She was wearing nothing but one of my shirts, as she always did when she went to sleep. Even though this was a nightly occurrence, it always triggered a possessive ache deep in my chest.
My girl was wearing my clothes.
Addy wasn’t the deepest of sleepers, but I usually got to have at least a little fun before she became fully conscious. I gently rolled her onto her back before spreading her legs just far enough to settle between them.
Letting my fingers ghost over her skin in the barest of touches, slowly circling her nipples through the cotton of her shirt until they were stiff little peaks, then gliding down between her legs.
Her breathing picked up ever so slightly as I began to rub her clit with practiced movements, applying just enough pressure to make her legs twitch around me.
When a soft, breathy whimper escaped her lips, I slid my fingers down to check how wet she was for me. I pumped my fingers in and out of her at a lazy pace a couple of times until she was wet enough to take me.
I swiped my thumb through the pre-cum beading at the tip of my cock and smeared it across her plump lips. Pushing the mask up just a fraction, I spat on her cunt, using my cock to spread the saliva all over her slit.
Before lining myself up at her entrance, I pushed her shirt up.Fuck. I would never get used to the sight of her piercings. Gritting my teeth to suppress a groan, I pushedthe mask back into place and slowly entered her, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her.
“So goddamn tight,” I murmured. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
Hooking my arms under her thighs so her feet were dangling in the air, I spread my knees farther apart. I ground my pelvis into her clit a couple of times until I was rewarded with another breathy whimper.
When she started wriggling in my grip, I began to fuck her with slow strokes. Her pussy clenched around me, growing wetter with every thrust.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Her tits were bouncing and I almost regretted wearing the mask because it stopped me from sucking on her nipples. But when her eyes flew open and she gasped in shock, those regrets disappeared.
Seeing her eyes go wide with shock and her lips part with a sharp intake of breath was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
Addy’s eyes were wild and almost panicked as they darted from left to right, trying to get her bearings.
“Hi, baby,” I cooed.
Her gaze snapped up to my face and her eyes grew even wider — if that were possible — when instead of my face, she was met with the glowing green grimace of my mask.