Lifting my eyes to hers, I say, “You like having my hands on your body.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I palm her breast and watch as her lashes lower over her eyes before I murmur, “Good.”
I begin to knead her flesh until her breaths are rushing over her lips.
Closing the last of the distance between us, I press my forehead to hers. “Do you want me to fuck you, my Princess?”
She nods as her hands find my hips.
“Beg.”
Winter’s eyes burn on mine, and as an incentive, I rub my cock against her again.
Finally, she relents. “Please fuck me, Damien.”
Hearing her say the words makes a possessive growl build in my chest as I thrust harder against her. I push her to lie back on the table and strip the sweatpants from her body.
Keeping my own on, for now, I take hold of my cock through the fabric and press against her opening. Her need for me soaks through the material as I push hard to enter her with the head of my cock only, the fabric stopping me from going any deeper.
Winter lets out a throaty groan, and when she tries to reach for me, I grab hold of her hands again, pinning them down on either side of her head. With my upper body braced over her, my eyes drink in the need tightening her features as I begin to thrust with short strokes.
Her breaths begin to explode over her parted lips as I keep stretching her opening.
“Damien,” she gasps, and when I only grin at her, she tries to free her hands from mine.
That’s right, Princess. Fight me.
I grow impossibly hard, my balls aching as she squirms beneath me.
Her body begins to quiver, and knowing she’s close to finding the release she so badly wants, I pull away from her.
This time she lets out a frustrated growl as she glares at me. “Fuck me!”
I free my cock from my pants and position it at her entrance. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she grinds the word out, her breasts swelling and falling with every breath she takes.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask again as I tease her opening with the head of my cock.
“Damien Vetrov,” she gasps.
I slam into her as hard as I can, and it rips a cry from her as her body bucks up. I don’t give her time to adjust and set a relentless pace as I fuck her until she’s a quivering, whimpering mess beneath me.
I feel my own pleasure creep closer, and bite the command out, “Come, Winter.”
She shatters with a scream, her body convulsing helplessly as the orgasm provided by my cock ravishes her.
It makes me reach my own climax, and with hard thrusts, I empty myself inside her.
I slip an arm beneath her and pull her up until we’re chest to chest and breathing the same air. When her eyes focus on mine, I growl, “You belong to me, Winter Vetrov. Try and leave me, and I’ll kill you because death is the only way you’ll get away from me.”
Instead of looking at me with fear, she gives me a daring look as she lifts her chin. “Same goes for you.”
Chapter 19
WINTER
When I wake up, Damien’s not in bed. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. He kept me up until the early morning hours, and I can still feel him inside me.
A smile forms around my lips as I climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I open the faucets so the water can fill the tub while I brush my teeth.
Mrs. Vetrov.
I knew our first night together would be intense, but damn, Damien wasn’t joking when he said he’s going to claim me.
And I relished every second.
Turns out instead of destroying me, Damien’s lifting me up out of the ruins left of my life.
I rinse my mouth and then lift my eyes to my reflection in the mirror. I’m no longer the Blood Princess. Last night Damien made me his Blood Queen.
Warmth spreads through my chest, and then I realize I’m falling for him. Fast and hard. At first, the thought makes fear slither through my heart, but then I remember how he claimed my body, and it quickly retreats.
Damien might be merciless, but only when it comes to the enemy. He’s a devastating potency no one can escape. Not even me.
I no longer want to escape him. I no longer fear him.
I know with absolute certainty I made the right decision when I married Damien, and it makes me want to get to know everything about him.
I step into the bath, and as I begin to wash my body, I take in the marks he left between my thighs. Love bites are scattered over my breasts.
God, the man branded me.
Another smile forms on my lips as I continue to clean myself. I soak my stiff muscles for a short while and then get out. After drying myself and applying my favorite cherry blossom scented lotion, I get dressed in black cargo pants and a shirt. I pull on my boots, and tying my hair back, I go in search of my husband.
I only find Dana in the kitchen, and while she fixes me a cup of coffee, I stare at the table where Damien made me beg for him to fuck me raw.
“Mr. Vetrov and the other two are out back,” Dana informs me as she hands me the steaming cup of coffee.
“Thank you.” My gaze drifts over her face, and knowing she must still be hurting, I give her shoulder a squeeze. “We’re safe with them,” I assure her.
She nods, her blue gaze meeting mine. “You’re my family.”
“You won’t lose me as well,” I murmur. “Damien can protect me.”
She nods, and I drink half the coffee before setting the cup down. I walk out the backdoor, and glancing over the grounds, I see Damien walking toward me.
“What are you busy with?” I ask when he’s close enough to hear me.
Damien doesn’t answer me immediately but instead wraps his fingers around my throat, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Morning, Wife,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Morning, Husband,” I chuckle, but it quickly fades when I see his grim expression. “What’s wrong?”
Damien drops his hand to mine, and linking our fingers, he pulls me in the direction he just came from. “Alexei and Demitri got word Adrian was sniffing around Finland. They went to meet with him.”
“What?” I gasp. Instantly anger begins to bleed into my chest, and I yank back against Damien’s hand. “Why would they meet the man who murdered my father and brother?
Damien tightens his hold on my hand. “To kill him.”
The words wash the anger from me, and I immediately calm down.
His eyes meet mine with a hard stare. “They got him to talk. He was contracted by Antonio Blanco.”
“But Alexei killed Adrian? Right?” I ask to make sure.
“He did,” Damien mutters as he leads me in the direction of the birch and pine forest.
This is what happens when you marry into the right family. They take care of your problems.
After a couple of minutes, Damien tugs me to a stop. His eyes drift over my face and seeing the worry tightening his features, I ask, “What else?”
“Madame Keller sends her apology. Alexei and Demitri went to retrieve your father and brother’s remains last night. As well as our belongings.”
His words are a blow to my broken heart, and I struggle to get the words out, “They’re here?”
Damien pulls me against his chest, and placing a hand behind my head, he presses a kiss to my hair. “They are. It’s time to bury them.”