"Hey," I say, approaching cautiously. I crouch in front of her and put my hands on her knees, and she unfolds slowly, lowering her legs, letting her feet find the floor. Her fingers weave through my hair and stay there. "You look so tired, baby. I'm a little worried about you."
Marina sighs and presses her forehead to mine. "I'm exhausted."
"Come on," I tell her, taking her hand. "You need to lie down."
She lets me pull her to her feet and walk her down the hallway. In the dark bedroom, I pull the covers back and she sits on the edge of my bed, but when I go to kneel so I can take her shoes off for her, she wraps her arms around my waist and sniffles.
"Please, don't leave. Stay here with me." Her voice is muffled, but I hear her plainly, so I cup her cheeks and turn her head up toward mine.
"You need rest," I say softly. She's so tired, I can see it all over her. The emotion of all of this has weighed her down. Tonight isn’t the right time to tell her about me or try to convince her to marry me. She needs to rest.
"I need you." Her reply comes as she rests her chin on my belly, just above the waistband of my pants. She’s looking up at me with those dark, exhausted eyes, and I can’t say no to her when she’s this raw.
So I crouch in front of her and let her pull me closer as I kneel on the floor between her legs. I cup her face and kiss her forehead then her nose, then the corner of her mouth—before our lips meet fully. The kiss is soft and unhurried, tongues touching gently as we breathe each other in. I taste the salt of her earlier tears and it makes my chest ache.
“I love you,” I whisper quietly to her. “And I want you for the rest of my life, Marina. Not just tonight or until things calm down. I want all of you for the rest of my life, and I want to keep you safe from everything that could ever hurt you. Your father, the organization, the whole damn world if I have to. Just say you’ll let me.”
Her eyes glisten as she cups my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “I love you too,” she whispers. “So much it scares me sometimes. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for everything.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I tell her and kiss her again to stop her from saying more.
My hands move to the hem of her blouse and I tug it upward. She lifts her arms so I can pull it off, then reaches for my shirt. I help her drag it over my head and drop it on the floor. Then I unhook her bra and drag it down her arms and when it falls away, I kiss the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my lips.
I stand just long enough to shove my jeans and boxers down my legs and kick them aside, then I’m back with her on the bed where she lifts her hips so I can slide her jeans and panties down. The feeling of her bare under me is intoxicating, but I don’t want to rush this. She's so tender right now. This isn't about the sex. It's about the connection, and I'd be a fool to ruin that.
I stretch out beside her on the mattress and rest my hand on her ribs, thumb brushing just under the curve of her breast. She turns toward me and our mouths meet again. I let my hand drift lower, over the flat of her stomach, then between her legs. She parts her thighs for me and I find her already slick and warm. I circle her clit with two fingers, and she gasps into my mouth.
“Like that?” I ask against her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please… do it again."
I keep the rhythm steady, listening to every hitch in her breathing, every quiet moan she tries to hold back. When her hand finds my cock, wrapping around it, stroking me in timewith my fingers on her, it feels so good I have to close my eyes for a second.
“Rina,” I groan against her neck. “You're gonna make me mad."
She tightens her grip a fraction and whispers, “I love how you touch me..." Her hips rock upward into my touch and I grin against her cheek as I press a kiss there.
"I love touching you, so we're even."
When she nudges me like she's wanting more, I lift myself up hovering over her. I'm so hard it's almost painful when I nestle between her thighs and she guides me in. As I sink she groans and places hot, open-mouth kisses on my chest, and her fingers claw at my sides, urging me deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I mumble against her mouth before I start to move—deep rolls of my hips, grinding in a way that keeps us pressed together from chest to thigh. Every stroke drags against her G-spot and she moans softly every time I bottom out.
“Yes,” she pants. “Like that. God, I love feeling you inside me.”
I keep the pace even, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding under her ass to tilt her hips up just a little more. The angle makes her gasp, and her grip on my sides tightens and digs in.
“I want to marry you, Marina," I growl in her ear, letting her feel every solid inch of my dick as I bury it into her over and over. "And I don't want another man to even look at you again. You're mine."
She hisses and groans, and I feel her hips start rocking too, grinding upward as I fill her. Then her hips open and her legswrap around my body. The way it tilts her pelvis does something to my dick that's so incredible I almost lose it right there.
Sweat beads on my skin where we’re pressed together and I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, never stopping the steady rhythm inside her. She clenches around me every time I slide in, and I fight not to lose control too soon.
She groans deep in her throat as her body rocks under mine and I feel her pussy flutter around my length. I keep thrusting, letting her feel the full slide of my dick each time I sink back in.
Her whimpers grow higher, more desperate with every stroke, fingers frantically clutching at my sides, but I keep the rhythm, pressing deep, grinding against her g-spot on each pass.
Then her breathing turns sharp and her thighs tense around me. And suddenly her pussy starts pulsing, strong rhythmic squeezes that milk me from base to tip. She whimpers as the waves hit her and her back lifts off the bed ,while her inner walls flutter and clamp down in quick, intense spasms. The pulses keep coming, drawing out her orgasm as her body shakes and writhes.