Naomi
I heard the words coming out of Gavril’s lips, but more importantly, I saw them reflected in his eyes. He truly would protect me.
Not Sveta, but Naomi Spencer. Even if he didn’t say it, I believed that was who he was talking about anyway.
So, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips over his, wanting to be close to him again. When we were having s*x, we were on the same page.
He groaned and took over the kiss, though his movements were gentler than they had been in the past.
Almost like he cared.
Tears sprang to my eyes, but I refused to shed them, forcing myself to focus on Gavril’s kiss. His lips roamed over mine, seeking, tasting each and every corner until I gasped and he swept in, dominating the play of our tongues.
His hands slid around me, and he held me against him, k
