Danil’s Mate(36)

Danil’s toes gripped for purchase as he watched her face and slammed into her. With his free hand he tossed one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her to him. He slid deeper than he had ever been before. And she cried out, a moan coated in so much pleasure he nearly came right then and there. But he leashed himself. Not yet. He wasn’t finished yet.

Danil pushed into her over and over, insatiable. He wouldn’t settle for anything less than making them into one animal. He wanted to be inside her. He needed her. There was no turning back. They were melting together. She had to feel it. She had to feel it.

She moaned with each thrust and Danil knew he was taking her higher than he ever had before. She wasn’t in control of her sounds or her body as she eagerly received him, her nails clawing at his shoulders. But he needed to be sure she understood what was happening to her as he felt every barrier fall away. He needed to be sure that she couldn’t look away from what was happening here.

“Who makes you feel this way,” he grunted, pushing her across the floor and sliding his salty sweat against hers.

“You.”

“Say my name when you speak of me this way,” he grunted. “Say my name.”

“Danil,” she called, her pussy tightening like a vice and taking her over the edge. “Danil.”

She kept repeating his name, like the words were the only thing tethering her to earth. Her breath was in his ear as he collapsed over her and rutted, rutted, rutted. He came so hard he wasn’t breathing and even after it was over, after they were both exhausted, he kept pushing into her, their wetness spreading everywhere, their passion for one another never waning.





CHAPTER TWELVE





They lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, panting and tangled. Danil was completely still against the distinctly uncomfortable feeling of every piece of his life being tossed in the air like confetti. He hadn't ever thought of himself as a man made of pieces. Everything in his life had just naturally fit so well together. He'd thought of himself as a whole. But that theory was shot to shit as he held still and felt everything resettle back to earth in a completely different pattern than he'd ever held before. He was a different shape now. A different man.

So, he loved her. And that, he thought as he traced a hand through her short hair, was that.

"After we track the shipments in a few days, we'll fly to Tulsa," he mumbled. Half to her and half to himself.

"What?" she asked, lifting her head off his chest, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still deliciously bleary. He would have liked to beat his chest over the expression on her lovely, precious face, but the racing of his thoughts restrained him.

"Your bio online says you are based in Tulsa. So we will fly next weekend. Gather the rest of your things. Hopefully we can break your lease. If your landlord gives us grief, I can flex on him as a lawyer. It will be fine. Maybe we'll rent a moving van if you have a lot of things. Do you have a lot of things?" he asked her, as if he'd just remembered that she was there.

Dora sat up straight, wincing a little as some essentials came in contact with the cold tile floor of the kitchen. "What? Tulsa?"

She shook her head as if to clear it.

He tugged her head back down, had her laying over his chest again. "Yes. Unless you want to keep your place there. We could spend time there, too, if you really love Tulsa. Is it nice there in the summer?"

"Danil!" Dora barked, taking his face in her hands. "What are you talking about?"

He looked down at her. "What are you so confused about?"

She opened her mouth and closed it. "You - it sounds like you're asking me to come live here with you permanently."

Danil scoffed. "I'm not asking. It is certainty. A husband and wife live in same house. But like I said, if you want to live here sometimes and in Tulsa sometimes, I do this for you." His accent became thicker in his agitation.

"Husband and wife," Dora repeated blankly. "Are you asking me-"

He waved a hand in the air. "There is no asking. It is already done."

"Excuse me?" Dora popped up again. And struggled when he tried to drag her down again. "No, Danil!" She rolled away from him and stood, her hands on her hips. She pointedly ignored his roaming eyes over her naked body.

"What do you mean 'it's done'?" She threw her arms in the air. "You haven't asked me. We haven't discussed anything about our future. I'm not even your girlfriend! We've just been - been..." she trailed off, searching for a way to define what they'd been doing and coming up short.

Danil merely lifted an eyebrow and pillowed his hands behind his head. "This is fine. You need time to understand that it's done." She opened her mouth, ready to protest, but he kept right on talking. "That I bring you to my home to live. And keep you safe now. That you hold my hand and tell me your secrets. That I take you to meet my mama. That our bodies need each other every day. Just to go on. That maybe we make baby just now."