Natalia
I carefully straddled Andrei, mindful of his injury but unable to resist the pull between us any longer. His hands immediately found my hips, fingers pressing gently into the soft flesh there, anchoring me to him like he was afraid I might disappear again.
Heat swept through me just at that singular touch, and I found myself leaning forward.
My hair fell forward as I leaned closer, creating a curtain around us in the silvery moonlight. Andrei reached up with one hand, tangling his fingers through the long strands and lifting them to his nose. He breathed in deeply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“I always loved the smell of your hair,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “The color of it. Like a polished chestnut in the sunlight.”
Warmth flooded my cheeks at his wor
