Fractured Souls - Page 68

Pasha’s hand grabs the back of my neck. I open my eyes and find him looming above me, so big and ferocious looking with all that ink. My mountain king. The most beautiful man, inside and out.

I can’t take my eyes off Asya’s. It’s as if they are holding me enslaved. I still find it hard to believe she’s mine. Slowly, I pull out only to thrust back into her again, as deep as possible. A small moan leaves her lips while her delicate arms go taut with strain as she grips the headboard above her. The sounds she makes are addictive. I pull out of her again, wrap my arm around her, and turn her around.

“I wish I had the words to explain,” I say next to her ear and kiss her earlobe, “how much I love you.”

I let my palms glide down her back while I trail slow kisses along her spine, all the way to her ass. Her skin is so soft it feels unreal, and I experience a slight pang of regret as I bury my teeth into her firm butt cheek. Then, I kiss that spot and position myself between her legs, thrusting into her pussy, absorbing her every gasp and moan. I move my left hand lower, between her legs, and tease her clit. Her body is trembling under my touch as my right palm travels up along her spine. I wish I could touch her everywhere at once. I rock into her with a steady pace for a few strokes, then increase my tempo. Asya lowers her head to the pillow and lifts her ass higher.

“Harder!” she cries out and takes a hold of the headboard again.

I grab her hips and thrust myself deeper. Her walls spasm around my cock, and as I hear her moaning my name when she comes, my restraint snaps. The headboard bangs against the wall while I pound into her like a man possessed.

“Are you mine, mishka?” I bite out between the thrusts. The need to hear her say it is making me insane.

“Always,” Asya breathes out.

There are so many things I wished I had in my life, but nothing compares to having her be mine. As long as I have her, I don’t need anything else.

“Mine!” I come with a roar, pouring my seed into her.

* * *

I tuck Asya closer into my body and pull the blanket over her. It’s warm in the room, but I’m always worried she’ll get cold. “Does your family know you’re here?”

“Yes,” she mumbles into my neck.

“And do they know you’re not coming back home?” I ask.

I’ve been dreading this moment. I don’t want to fight with her brother, but I will not let him take her away ever again. And if I need to beat the living shit out of him to make him understand, so be it. But what if she can’t handle being separated from them?

“I have only one home.” She lifts her face to look right into my eyes and smiles. “You. You are my home now.”

Something happens inside my chest at that moment. My heart skips a beat, and then I feel something slide into place. The jagged edges finally fitting together.

Chapter 24

I’m taking the bowls out of the cupboard when a kiss lands on the back of my neck.

“I have something for you,” Pasha says.

I turn around and stare in confusion at the boxes he’s holding in his arms. “New cereal flavors?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, but it seems guarded, and places the boxes on the counter. There are five in total.

“Um . . . okay.” I snort. “Do you want to pick?”

“No. I want you to choose.” He makes sure the boxes are in a perfect line and looks down at me. “Which one?”

I laugh and look at the cereal packages. I rarely have problems with making decisions now, but he still makes sure we practice from time to time. The way Pasha continues to help me is amazing. He even convinced me to meet with the psychiatrist Doc had recommended, and she, too, has been really great. Our sessions are difficult, but I appreciate her care and support.

Reaching out, I grab the box with dried strawberries.

“Does this work for you?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He leans over and brushes a kiss across my lips. “Now, open it.”

Shaking my head, I start opening the box, wondering why he’s making such a fuss out of the cereal. I tear the top and stick my hand in to pull out the bag when my fingers touch something hard and velvety. My heart is beating triple-time as I take out a small red box.

“Pasha?” I choke out, staring at the jewelry box. “What is this?”