PAVEL'S POV
I can't take my eyes off Asya's. It's as if they are holding me enslaved. I still find it hard to believe she's mine. Slowly, I pull out only to thrust back into her again, as deep as possible. A small moan leaves her lips while her delicate arms go taut with strain as she grips the headboard above her. The sounds she makes are addictive. I pull out of her again, wrap my arm around her, and turn her around.
"I wish I had the words to explain," I say next to her ear and kiss her earlobe, "how much I love you."
