Chapter 212

"I love you," Maximilien whispered on the lips of the Russian, as he moved slowly inside her. It was the second time they made love that night, the second time they surrendered with desperation, abandon, passion, and were sure that they could continue like this until dawn, because there was no other place they would rather be than in each other's arms. "I love you too," she replied breathlessly, on the verge of reaching her second climax. She couldn't explain how wonderful it felt to be with him in that way, with the love of her life. For God's sake, this man made her feel so many things, how could she not love him? He was driving her crazy.