His answering smile melts into concentration as he begins to move. Slow at first, then building to a punishing rhythm that has me meeting him thrust for thrust. The world narrows to just us. Just this moment of perfect unity.
Joined.
Bound.
Perfect.
His clever fingers find my c**t, and pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Samuil," I gasp. "I'm going to come."
He groans, his pace turning frantic. "Come for me, krasavitsa. Let me feel you fall the f**k apart."
He fills me completely, perfectly, and I fracture into stardust. It's different now than it's ever been before. Deeper. More intense. Maybe it's the ring on my finger. Maybe it's because we've walked through fire together. Or maybe it's just him: my anchor in the storm, my safe harbor in
