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“I love you, you know,” I said, kissing her on the forehead once more.
“I love you more,” she said with a grin, then pressed her hands to my cheeks and pulled me down so that she could kiss me fully.
I groaned as her mouth met mine and had to hold myself back, constantly keeping aware of her injuries and making sure that she was comfortable even though all I really wanted to do was climb right into the bed with her.
‘Later,’ I promised myself. Later I would pull her into bed and keep her there for days. For now, I just needed her to heal.
Finally, I pulled away from the kiss, knowing that if we continued for much longer it was likely that her nurse would walk in on us and scold me for raising Natalia’s heart rate. I knew she was monitoring it from the other room. I glanced at the machine to see that it was definitely higher than it had been before.
Her cheeks were beautifully flushed and her eyes slightly glazed with desire, but I forced myself to sit back down in my chair and take her hand chastely in mine.
“We have all the time in the world,” I reassured her.
She smiled at me, then laid her head back and closed her eyes. Within minutes, her hand had gone limp in mine and she was softly snoring. After everything she had been through, it was a precious sight to see her so relaxed.
I leaned back in my chair and thanked the universe for bringing her safely back to me.
*Two Weeks Later*
*Natalia*
I sat at the vanity in the room Tallon had given me in the compound and brushed my hair. I was glad to see that the bruising around my neck had finally faded. I felt horrible every time I saw Tallon noticing my bruises, and I could tell that he felt responsible for them.
I suspected that he would be spending a lot of time trying to make it up to me, even though I had told him that none of it was his fault. He had no way of knowing that my uncle was willing to put me in danger.
But he had been doting on me ever since. Not only had he gifted me a diamond necklace that I was too afraid to wear outside of the compound, but he had also taken me to several ridiculously expensive shops and bought me an entirely new wardrobe.
If I was being totally honest, I loved the princess treatment he had been giving me. I had always been an independent woman, but Tallon had an amazing way of preserving my independence while still treating me like a lady.
After leaving the safe house, he insisted that I stay at the compound while I recovered, but he made sure to give me my own room so that I didn’t start to feel trapped by his behavior. Although I might have worried a few months ago that I couldn’t stand to live with a man, I realized now that living with Tallon was a dream come true. He knew exactly how to give me space while also seeing to my every need.
I finished brushing my hair just as a text from Tallon came through on my phone.
“Everything is agreed upon. We are finally done negotiating the final details.”
I smiled and sent him back a quick, “That is amazing!” before beginning on my makeup.
I had no idea how Tallon had managed to make the decades-long feud between our families come to an end, but I was beyond grateful for it. It made my relationship with Tallon much easier to navigate now that my family no longer had a reason to use me as a weapon against him.
I leaned into my mirror to apply a bit of mascara and blush. I decided to stop at that and go with a more natural look. I was hoping to spend a night in with Tallon once he finished up his work for the day. Although I loved our extravagant date nights, I still struggled with leaving the compound. I always felt slightly on edge when we were out and about, and I couldn’t truly relax until we made it safely back.
My phone went off again and I looked down to see another text from Tallon. “I’m heading home now. See you soon, I love you.”
I felt my heart flutter at his words. I would never get used to the way he casually told me he loved me. It always filled me with butterflies. I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world.
I finished with my makeup and settled back into bed with a mystery novel. Before I even made it through the first chapter, there was a small knock on my door.
“Come in!” I said, knowing it would be Tallon.
He peeked around the door, a grin on his face. He always seemed to be smiling lately.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“Another mystery, of course. They’re my favorite.”
He sat on the edge of my bed and pulled his shoes off.
“How can they be your favorite? They’re all the same!” he teased. “Isn’t it always the butler who did it?”
“Hmmm… no, sometimes it’s the Russian girlfriend,” I quipped.
His mouth dropped open in surprise before he fell backward onto the bed with laughter.
“I cannot believe you just said that.” He chuckled and reached out to pull my feet to his chest so that he could rub them.
“I can’t either,” I admitted.
It was a testament to how far our relationship had progressed in such a short time that I felt comfortable enough to joke about our dark beginnings. But I felt that it was important to be able to be honest about how we had started out, in order to move past it all.
Tallon pressed his thumbs into a sore spot on the bottom of my foot, and I moaned with pleasure. The man was the most impressive masseuse I had ever had.
“So, I’ve noticed that you seem to really like the compound,” he said in an overly calm tone of voice that suggested he did not at all feel calm about what he was saying.
“Yeah, I really do,” I admitted. “It’s the only place I feel safe. I know my family isn’t a risk anymore, but I still can’t help but feel like I always have to look over my shoulder when we go out.”
His face darkened at my words. “I hate that you feel that way, Natalia,” he murmured and readjusted the both of us so that he was lying next to me and holding me in his arms. I gazed into his eyes and knew that if I could just be with him, I would always know I was safe.
“I’ll heal eventually,” I said honestly.
I knew that with time, my emotional wounds would heal the same way that my physical ones had.
“Is it going to scare you off if I tell you that I want you to do all your healing here? Permanently?”
He looked so nervous it almost broke my heart. I knew why he was so anxious to suggest that I move in with him; it was because I had been so flighty at the beginning of our relationship. I hated that our early days would always be marred by what my uncles had forced me to do.
“Tallon,” I placed my hands on either side of his face, “there is nothing I would like more than to move in with you.” I looked into his eyes so that he could see the truth in mine. At that moment, I could feel a shift in our relationship. Finally, we were moving toward the permanency that we both desired.
Keeping my hands on his face, I used my leverage to pull him toward me and kissed him with everything I had. Within seconds, he was deepening the kiss and running his hands over my body. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and bit down gently, sending an electric pulse through my body.
I whimpered at the sudden need that filled me, and he responded by rolling over so that he was on top of me, his arms framing my face and caging me in. He pulled back from our kiss and gazed at me as though he wanted to remember this moment forever. I had a feeling that he, too, knew the significance of what had transpired between us. I hadn’t just agreed to move in; I had also agreed to everything that came next–a proposal, marriage, children… all of it.
I wanted all of it, and I wanted it with Tallon.
He leaned forward and began to lay kisses down my throat, making sure to be exceedingly gentle where I had been injured. His hands remained at my hips as he explored me with his mouth, taking his time to kiss his way from just under my jaw to my collarbone, then shifting slightly to do the same to the other side.
As he drifted lower, I arched slightly to give him better access. I desperately wanted his mouth on every part of my body, and I knew that he would give it to me. With one swift movement, he pulled my shirt off over my head and flung it across the room, grinning as he did it.
“Tell me what you want, Natalia,” his voice was a smooth growl and I could feel my body responding to his words alone.
“I want you–” I panted, “your mouth… all over me.”
At that, he unclasped my bra from the front and freed my breasts. My nipples were already pebbled with want.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby,” he muttered as he leaned forward to tease my breasts with his mouth.
