Page 88 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

When she’s calm, I ease back, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, then rise and kick off my boots and jeans.

They tangle around my feet, but my hands find her waist again, pulling her against me skin to skin. She’s still panting, eyes heavy-lidded as she looks at me.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, parting them to plunge my tongue through.

She kisses me back, tasting herself on my mouth. “I love you too.”

I pull her with me onto the platform bed where we sink into the soft hides.

The ice beneath the stacked furs holds its chill but her body is so warm against mine.

I lie back first and guide her over me, her knees straddling my hips until she settles there, her hands on my chest, looking down at me with eyes that undo me every time.

“God you’re gorgeous,” I grumble, gripping her hips and grinding up into her.

She reaches between us to take me into her hand, and I groan as she strokes me a few times then lifts herself and sinks down around me slowly. Her heat envelops me inch by inch until I’m buried and shuddering.

“Fuck,” I mutter, gripping her waist harder. “You feel so good.”

Sex with her is always incredible, but sex with her after telling her I love her is next-level. Raina is my dream come true. A woman who saw past the darkness inside me to fall in love with me. I will never love another woman the way I love her.

She starts to move, rolling her hips as she rests her palms flat on my chest for balance. I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace as her head rocks back again and a soft moan slips out. Her fingers dig into my skin, holding tight to my shoulders as she rides me harder.

“Bash, yes,” she whispers, “like that.”

I slide one hand up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, while the other stays on her hip, guiding her movements. I’m so drunk on her she’s the only thing I see as she leans forward and kisses me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine as she grinds down.

“Harder,” I tell her between kisses. “I need more of you.”

She obeys, riding me harder and faster, and her breathing turns to soft gasps each time she comes down. I thrust up, filling her with every stroke.

“Don’t stop,” she says against my mouth.

“I won’t.” I grip her tighter and drive into her, as pleasure builds in my gut. My balls are drawing up, pressure so intense I grit my teeth to hold back because I want her to come with me.

When her breathing grows ragged, and I know she’s close, she pants, “Bastian…so…close…” Her breath hitches and her body clamps down around me.

“Come,” I urge, as I slip a hand between us to rub her clit with my thumb. “Do it.”

She moans, and I keep fucking her until she breaks. Her walls clench around me, pulsing hard, as she breathes name and several cuss words in short bursts. “Bash. Fuck. Yes.” Her hips jerk against me, drawing out every wave the whole time.

But it’s too much—pleasure surges through me until I can’t hold back anymore. I pull her down onto me as I snap my hips up faster and she rocks with me, meeting every movement. I feel it cresting, that deep pull low in my groin.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groan. My thrusts grow uncoordinated, chasing the peak, then it hits. I spill into her in heavy pulses, coming hard as she continues to grind on me, drawing it out. Wave after wave rushes through me while she stays right there, her body taking everything I give her.

The moment is intense and emotional. I don’t want it to end. She drapes herself over my chest and peppers it with kisses as I pull a hide over her to trap the warmth with us.

“I love you, Bastian. And I don’t plan to leave you ever again.” I didn’t need her words for reassurance, but the fact that she offers them is comforting.

“I don’t plan to let you,” I say with a smile, kissing the top of her head.

When she walked out of my house I thought I’d never see her again. So many times I drank myself to sleep praying god would return her to me. Not once did I believe he would listen to my prayers.

But this is better than I hoped for. She’s here in my arms confessing her love to me, and I don’t think life could ever get any better than this.

EPILOGUE: RAINA

I stand near the kitchen island with my hand resting on my belly, watching the boys race through the living room with their toy guns while their ear-splitting laughter makes me cringe.