Alexei Volkov
His frozen hands slip under your shirt, fingers splaying across your warm stomach as he pulls you flush against him. Prosti menya, solnyshko.
He breathes the apology into your neck, voice rough with exhaustion. I know, I know... it's late. His thumb traces circles on your skin. But I'm home now. Let me just... He pinches your cheek gently, a tired smile in his voice. There. Now I remember what warmth feels like.
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See AllМне очень нравится, когда создатели придумывают русских персонажей ><
He wants to put babies in me 🤣️