He nipped her distended nipple and locked his eyes on hers. “You want to come, yes?”

Want was too insignificant. She needed to come. Craved it desperately. “Yes. Please.”

His hand at her hip slid inward and he slicked his thumb through the wetness coating her sex. “I need it, too, malyshka.” He circled her swollen clit, the pressure colliding with the tightening pressure in her belly. “Need to feel your sweet pussy fisting me so I can mark you as mine.”

Oh, hell.

It was right there. So close.

He slid the hand between her shoulder blades upward and fisted the hair at the back of her head. “Come, beautiful.” He pressed his thumb harder and tightened his fist in her hair. “Come and show me you’re mine.”

Fuck.

Her sex contracted. Pulsed around his shaft with the same unyielding grip he held on her hair and stole her breath. Made her legs tremble and her heart stutter.

His hips slammed against hers—once, twice, three times—and his cock jerked inside her. Sent a fresh new rippling wave of aftershocks powering through her even as his grip on her hair eased.

He cupped the back of her neck. Stroked the curve of her hip and slowly pumped his shaft inside her, guiding them both through the cresting sensations and down from the peak.

Bit by bit, his muscles eased, and her breath steadied. A string of words murmured in Russian fell from his lips, and he pulled her flush against him.

She was more than content to comply, the lethargy from her release quickly sinking into her muscles and dissipating what stress lingered from the day. She sighed and settled her head atop his chest. “What did that mean?”

The comforting stroke of his hand up and down her spine faltered for a moment. He palmed the back of her head and wrapped his other arm around her waist. “I said that this is where you belong. With me. With my family.”

You’re the only person keeping yourself on the sidelines. We’re all here. Waiting. Ready for you to join in.

We can choose happiness.

She’d already taken the biggest step. Had not only found her truth, but had shared it with Kir. Could she let all of her fears go? Release the self-judgment and simply enjoy the gift she’d been given?

She focused on the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. Let her eyes slip closed and went with the moment. “I’m done fighting it. This is where I want to be.” She lifted her head and met his eyes. “Especially with you.”

His smile was instant, soft and understanding even as it seemed to hold a thread of satisfaction. He cupped the back of her head and lifted his own to press a tender kiss to her lips. “That’s good, milaya.” He guided her head back to his chest and wrapped her up tight. “Because I have no intention of letting you get away.”