Chapter 35 Katerina

• No man should be able to wipe away every drop of sorrow with a kiss, but Sasha manages it without effort. It's only our third kiss, but he kisses me like we're familiar lovers, finding the perfect way to angle our mouths and pressing his tongue on mine just how I like it.
• "Sasha," I whisper.
• "Do you want me to stop?" He kisses my shoulder, moving the strap of my dress down my arm until it drapes on my elbow. His mouth explores the new patch of untouched skin. "Say the word, ptichka. I'll do as you ask."