Page 77 of Tangled Roses
I silence her with a deep kiss because there is nothing left to say. She has made the perfect choice, and it touches me deeply that she sees the whole of me and she is right. Business always comes first with a Romanov, and if that business takes you away from the woman you love, the cracks deepen and the lines become blurred. My father allowed that to happen and I will not make the same mistake. If we do this, we do it together, and if we are as strong as I think we are, it was the right choice to make.
CHAPTER 47
ELLIE
Something is different between us now. It’s almost as if we weathered a brutal storm and came out the other side.
We waste no time and head straight to the bedroom, and as we enter the decadent masculine space, no words are needed now.
He reaches for me and kisses me softly, slowly, as if we have all the time in the world and it certainly feels that way.
He unzips my dress with one hand, while holding my hair with the other and the dress falls to the floor, along with any doubts I had.
As we kiss, our troubles melt away and the rest of our life beckons. We are on the same page and about to read the book together.
His tongue tangles with mine and he pulls me in hard against him. His clothes are getting in the way of his skin on mine, so I undo his shirt and ease it from his shoulders, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest, crushing my body to his.
His dark stubble grazes my cheek as I move my attention to his chest and, as his pants drop to the floor, his hard cock rests against my throbbing pussy.
His gentle nips at my neck make me shiver, and I cup his balls in my hand and massage them reverently, causing him to hiss and groan against my skin.
He pushes me back against the wall and drops to his knees, my fingers entangling in his hair and as he pushes my thighs apart, he gently sucks my clit, causing me to moan his name.
“Arman. Fuck, that is so good.”
His thumb massages my clit as he presses light kisses on my inner thighs and it’s as if he is worshipping my body.
I could get used to this, but I’ll probably never get used to this because when a dangerous man falls to his knees before you, it gives you unexpected power.
“Arman–” My gentle moan wafts in the air as I plead with him. This isn’t enough. He isn’t inside me. He isn’t mine right now and after what we’ve been through, that is all I want. Knowing we are as close as two people can be is all I want, and as he kisses a path up my body, I grip his cock and squeeze it gently.
“Please, don’t make me wait.” I plead with him and his eyes flash as he stares into mine and without another word thrusts deep inside me, the invasion causing me to gasp as he pins me to the wall.
“Fuck!” I gasp as he grips my wrists and pushes in deeper and harder, as if he is making a statement with his cock.
It’s so sexy I can’t breathe as I watch him own my body, taking control of me and making me his. As he grazes against my walls, I shiver inside, knowing that fate has been kind to us. If things were different, I would never have this chance again and I’m painfully aware that nobody would ever compare to him.
He moves inside me as if he belongs here, and he does. He belongs with me and he always will.
He dips his head and sucks my neck as he thrusts in hard, leaving no air between us. He fills me, mind, body and soul and I see nothing but him.
My entire body stills as the anticipation builds and I hold my breath, not daring to interrupt the moment when he fills me entirely. His tortured groan tells me he feels it too and as he releases hard inside me, he meets my own orgasm on the way down.
I grip his face and kiss him with an intensity I’ve never experienced before as we come hard together, our bodies exploding with fireworks, celebrating that we are here at all. This will never get old and we will grow old together and if I’m sure of anything, it’s that.
We don’t leave the room all night. Our food is delivered to the door and we eat it in bed, talking, laughing, and loving. We don’t sleep because that would waste our time. This is our night. Our special moment and we are shutting the entire world out as we celebrate the fact we are here at all.
CHAPTER 48
ARMAN
Ellie falls asleep just before dawn and as I watch her sleeping, a fierce burst of protectiveness consumes me. I will kill anyone who hurts this woman, and that is no empty threat. Now my thoughts catch up with me. I understand how serious this could be.
Her father is alive and searching for her and by the sounds of it, he’s Russian. The most important thing now is securing Ellie’s future because it now belongs to me and I am extremely protective of what is mine.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I edge out of the bed and run my fingers through my hair as I head to the shower.
It doesn’t take me long to clean up and as I pull on sweatpants and a t-shirt; I head to my den, intent on only one thing.