Dima
Natasha is incapable of walking, so I scoop her into my arms.
I love the weight of her soft body against mine, the way she turns her face into me, tucking it against my neck, looping her slender arms around my shoulders. She smells like ginger and peaches with the faint scent of pine and sunshine from her time outside.
I want to lick every inch of her.
And I will.
Because this is the only option available to me as far as I can see. I won’t let Ravil or anyone else put pressure on Natasha. And I’m unwilling to use her pressure points. There’s no way on Earth I could ever threaten her and still be able to look at myself in the mirror.
Hell, I may not be able to after this, but it won’t be because I’ve hurt or scared her.
It will be because of my trampled vows to Alyona.
And that
