Leashing the Virgin: A Bad Boy Romance, page 27
“I can give as good as I get, Ana,” he said as he rubbed me, his voice deep and lusty. “And I will love you always. Remember that.”
He watched me as I strained against him, needing more… needing only him…
He thrust mercilessly as he worked my clit. The faster he thrust, the tighter I clenched. I was gasping then, digging my heels into his shoulders, lifting my pussy to meet him. My climax hit at the moment I felt him burst inside me. He was filling me and I overflowed, his hot liquid pulsing in powerful waves deep inside me. I drank him in, squeezing and clenching his length with everything inside me. We moved together, every stroke, every touch, every breath in perfect union. In that moment, we were timeless.
We were perfect.
Epilogue: Max
One year later
Ana asked me once, if I had any regrets about leaving the Blue behind that day. I kissed her of course, and laughed. Those are both things I do often these days.
As far as I could tell, the diamond had brought only misfortune, madness and even death to the men who had tried to possess it. They had all wanted to own something that was never theirs, and I have finally learned that no good can ever come of that.
It was right, to leave it at Hillyard. Ana had been able to make her examinations and take the photographs of the inscription that she needed. She proved her theory about the stone after all. That indeed, Catherine the Great had given it to my ancestor, Anton. It took its rightful place among the honored Imperial Collection and Ana took her rightful place, as Hillyard’s new director.
No one ever discovered the truth of Stu’s death, or of Savvin’s. Nor did the police ever understand how the Strastnyy came to be where they found it, hanging over Savvin’s body. Clearly there had been an attempted theft, but in the end, nothing was missing. Hillyard’s security system was redesigned and the jewels are now better protected than ever. One day, Sergei may go through legitimate channels to have the Strastnyy returned home to Russia. But it’s no longer any concern of mine.
I am busy, trying to tie the black bow tie that Ana insisted upon. I smile into the mirror. Its frame around my face and my formal attire make me think of Anton’s portrait. Perhaps I was always more like him, than I had ever realized…
I had offered to build a house for Ana, in the country if she wanted, or closer to the museum. But she only laughed. She said she’d loved this house from the very first. It was where we first made love, she said, and it felt like home. She couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
I bought it from the couple I had rented it from, that same day. The deed and title will be my wedding gift to her. I slipped on my black jacket and took one last glance in the mirror. Anton’s face looked back at me, well pleased.
I headed downstairs where the last preparations were taking place. Terry had taken over, filling the house with flowers and pink lace. I knew it wasn’t what Ana would have chosen, but I could see how happy it made her, to watch her friend glowing with excitement.
Terry had been a true friend to us both over the last year. There were moments when I wondered… if perhaps she’d guessed at the truth somehow. But to her credit, she’d never spoken a word. She wanted Ana to be happy almost as much as I did, and I loved her for that. When we told her about our engagement, she’d hugged me ferociously and kissed both my cheeks. She reminded me very much of my own mother… a woman who was loyal and loving to the end.
I looked around the living room, swathed in flowers, a fire burning gently in the fireplace. Ally was upstairs with Ana, helping her dress. Sergei was waiting for me, as Terry fussed with his boutonniere. He looked over her head and sighed with helpless exasperation.
“Can you see to the minister, Terry?” I asked, nodding my head in the man’s direction. “He seems to have misplaced his glasses.”
She fluttered away, waving her hands, and I smiled at my Uncle Serge. He clapped his hands around me and we embraced. His pounded his thick, heavy hands against my back.
“You’ve never looked better than you do at this moment, Maxim,” he said, smiling. “I can’t say I’m happy to be losing you, but I’m proud of you, son. I’ve never been more proud.”
He straightened my tie, buying us both a minute to recover ourselves. I knew it was hard for him, knowing I would be staying here… that I was leaving my life in Russia behind me. I swallowed hard, grateful for the man he was, and for the love he’d always given me.
He’d personally seen to the transfer of my mother’s entire jewel collection. Not an easy task to accomplish, but he’d done it. I had everything she’d left me, all of it gained by legitimate means. She’d loved jewels, but had never wanted any part of the trafficked ones from the family business. I was starting a legit jewelry business of my own now, and I knew she’d be proud of me as well. Jewels were, after all, what I knew best.
I watched as Terry flew past, waving the few guests into their seats. “It’s time, oh it’s time,” she panted. “Please, take your places everyone,” she said, as the music started.
I went to stand in front of the minister, the fireplace a glowing backdrop behind him. Sergei stood beside me, handsome in his black tuxedo. Terry had already given him more than one admiring glance…
I turned my eyes to the staircase, feeling the flutters of nervousness in my belly for the first time. It was when I finally saw her that the feeling disappeared, replaced by a warmth that only she brought to me. I watched as she moved, tiny and delicate in her creamy white gown. It followed the curves of her body, curves that had grown deliciously rounder in the last few months. I smiled, as I remembered the joy I’d felt when she told me. It was her wedding gift to me, she’d said. And only our secret for a few more weeks, at best.
I remember only the look in her eyes, and the feeling in my heart, of what followed then. The minister spoke, the guests smiled, but she was all I knew. She was all that mattered.
“I take you, Ana Catherine Petrova, to be my lawfully wedded wife,” I heard myself say, consumed by the love in her eyes.
“And I take you, Maxim Anton Kozlov, to be my lawfully wedded husband,” I heard her answer back.
I held her tiny hands in mine, knowing one lifetime with her could never last long enough. I slipped the gold band on her finger, and smiled into her eyes with secret pleasure. Later, she would discover that I’d inscribed the inside of her ring with the first part of Catherine’s inscription, which we’d seen together the very first time. Secretly hidden inside the setting of the Blue for more than two centuries…
There is nothing between us Time can end.
I kissed Ana’s hand and and she gazed up at me, her brown eyes soft and moist, the outward ends tilting gently upwards. I watched as she slid the matching band onto my finger, and my heart swelling in my chest as I took my wife in my arms, and I kissed her for the very first time.
It was only many, many years later I would discover by accident, the inscription Ana had engraved inside my own ring… the last remaining piece of Catherine’s message…
For Love will always offer, an Eternity of new beginnings.
Thank You
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