Chapter 54: Chapter Fifty-Three

Life is not a bed of roses. —Russian Proverb

Nikolai

I made a quick call to have soup and bread delivered and made sure to start the bath for Maya so that she could soak and relax.

A half hour later, I knocked on the bedroom door then pushed it open with my foot while I carried the food tray in.

“Finally.” Maya stood completely naked in front of me.

The tray crashed to the floor.

I didn’t have time to stop it.

“Wow… even bruised and bleeding I look that good?”

“Maya.” I croaked out her name. “You have stitches… you need…” I couldn’t speak. “Rest.”

“Rest with me?” She held out her hand.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Then don’t.” She took a step toward me.

I took a step back.

“The great Nikolai Blazik, scared? Of a mere woman?”

“You’ve never been a mere woman… you’re my fantasy, my love, my perfection, living and breathing. A woman I don’t deserve but want anyway…”

Her lips parted as she let out a little gasp. “Nik… I need you.”

“But—”

“Your grandmother nearly killed me while I was trapped in my own paralyzed body, my father nearly killed you, we’ve had crazy Italians with large guns and no respect for censorship in our house for two days.” I loved how she said our house already.

“And I’m still freaked out. I want you, inside me, right now.”

I was walking and then with a lunge I pulled her into my arms and gently laid her across the bed. “I love you.” My mouth found hers in a frenzy while she ripped at my clothes.

“I love you too,” she breathed, our teeth knocked together as she struggled pulling my shirt off.

I gently pushed her back and peeled my clothes off as fast as possible then pulled her into my arms, our bodies fit, our skin sizzled on contact.

“Now.”

“You’re not ready for me—”

“Nik.” She patted my cheek softly with her hand then harder. “I’ve been ready for hours… I need you, desperately. Don’t make me beg.”

I smirked. “But you do it so well.”

“You’re an ass.” She started moving her body against mine. “And I’ll make you pay for it later.”

I lifted her hips into the air and settled her on top, thrusting into her as she came down on my lap. “Hmm make me pay for it now.”

I moved her hard on top of me, careful not to touch any of the bruising on her body, bruising I blamed myself for.

Maya’s hands found my head, and then her lips were on mine, and we were moving in perfect sync.

The world around us faded.

And I realized I needed her just as much, maybe more, because in that moment I’d needed to know that if everything else went to hell—we’d still have us. We’d still have that very real connection.

With a small cry she bounced up, sliding down, her hair kissing my face with each movement. I kissed her neck and then held her in place even though she tried to move.

“Feel,” I said through clenched teeth. “Feel.”

She let out a sob as her body clenched around me.

“We were made for each other, Maya.” I held her for a few more seconds, until I thought I was going to explode, then thrust one last time.

Her strangled cry mingled with mine as we clung to one another, the soup was all over the floor, the bath was probably cold.

And the world was still an evil place.

But with her—I didn’t see spilled soup, cold water, murderers and blood… for the first time in my entire life, when I looked at the world.

I saw hope.

A dangerous thing hope…

A beautiful, wonderful, dangerous idea.

One I would hold on to, as long as I had her in my arms for they came hand in hand, I just never knew it.

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