Chapter 22 #2
I set her down beside the bed and take my time undressing her, revealing the body that’s become more beautiful with each passing day of her pregnancy. When I trace my hands over the gentle curve of her belly where our daughter grows, something possessive and protective surges through me.
“You’re perfect,” I say, pressing kisses along the column of her throat. “Absolutely perfect.”
She pulls my shirt over my head with trembling hands, mapping the planes of my chest like she’s memorizing every detail.
I help her out of the soft dress she’s wearing, revealing the body that’s haunted my dreams for weeks. Every curve is lusher, and when I lean down to trace my tongue along the sensitive spot just below her ear, she gasps and presses closer.
I capture her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, letting her taste the promise of forever. When I find the edge of her panties and slip beneath the silk to touch her, she’s already wet and wanting.
“You’re so ready for me,” I marvel, pressing my forehead against hers as she rocks her pussy against my hand.
“I’m always ready for you. I think I have been since the first moment I saw you.” She flushes with the admission.
I take my time removing her panties, pressing kisses to her inner thighs as I work my way higher.
Her skin is impossibly soft, and she trembles under every touch of my lips.
When I reach her slit, I pause to look up at her.
“Let me worship you,” I say, meaning every word.
“Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
She moans and arches her hips in silent acquiescence.
When I finally taste her, she cries out and thrusts upward to meet my mouth.
She’s sweet and intoxicating, and I lose myself completely in the sounds she makes as I explore every sensitive fold with my tongue.
Her clit is swollen and sensitive, fluttering each time I gently swipe my tongue across it.
“Nikandr, please—” She gasps, fisting her hands in my hair.
I slide one finger inside her while continuing to work her clit with my mouth, and she practically comes apart beneath me. Her walls are tight and hot around my finger, and when I add a second, she rocks against my hand desperately.
“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
I curve my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her back arch, and work it relentlessly while my tongue continues to stroke her clit. When her orgasm hits, she shouts my name as her whole body convulses with pleasure.
I work her through it gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she comes back down to earth. “Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “So beautiful when you come for me.”
She reaches for me with shaking hands, helping me out of my remaining clothes. When she wraps her fingers around my shaft, I groan and have to grab her wrist to maintain control.
“Your hands are going to kill me,” I say, letting my head fall back as she strokes me slowly.
“Good,” she says with a wicked smile. “I want you as desperate as you made me.”
“I am. I need to be inside you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, lying back against the pillows in invitation.
I position myself carefully between her thighs, hyper-aware of her pregnancy and the need to be gentle despite the fire burning through my veins. I grasp the base to guide in my shaft. When the head of my cock brushes against her entrance, we both shudder at the contact. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready since you told me you chose us.” She reaches down to guide me inside her.
When I push into her slowly, she makes a sound of pure satisfaction that goes straight to my soul. Her pussy is so tight and hot and perfect that I have to stop moving entirely to keep from coming immediately. I brace myself on my forearms above her, struggling for control. “You feel incredible.”
She lifts her hips experimentally, taking me deeper, and the movement sends shockwaves through both of us. “So good...”
I start to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She meets every thrust with enthusiasm, her breasts bouncing with each movement. I can’t resist leaning down to capture one nipple in my mouth.
“Yes.” She arches into me. “Just like that.”
I increase the pace gradually, building a rhythm that has her clinging to me desperately.
Every thrust brings us closer together, not just physically but emotionally, like we’re finally acknowledging what’s been building between us all along.
The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, along with her moans and my harsh breathing.
“Touch yourself.” My voice comes out rough with desire.
She slides her hand between us, finding her clit, and her walls flutter around me as she works herself. “That’s it.” I change my angle to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out. “Let me feel you come.”
She presses harder on her clit and throws back her head, tensing her whole body. Her pussy clamps around me as she comes, coaxing me to come, and with a shout of relief, I let go, spilling myself inside her.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, her head tucked beneath my jaw.
What’s just happened settles over us. It’s not just the physical joining, but the emotional commitment we’ve finally made to each other that fills the space between us.
“I love you.” The words come easier now, like they’ve been waiting for this moment to finally be spoken. “I love you so much it scares me.”
She tilts her head to look at me, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “Don’t be scared. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to either of us.”
“Even though I kidnapped you?” Shame fills me at the question. I thought she was Irina, and I’m glad she wasn’t. I can’t bring myself to regret taking her though.
“Maybe because you kidnapped me.” She laughs softly. “If you hadn’t, we never would have met. Our daughter never would have existed. Sometimes, the most beautiful things come from the most unlikely beginnings.”
I stroke her hair, marveling at how right this feels. “No more secrets between us. No more holding back.”
“No more secrets.” She presses a kiss to my chest, directly over my heart. “Just us and our family and whatever comes next.”
“What comes next is a new house. Somewhere with no history and no associations with my old life. Somewhere we can start fresh.”
“I’d like that, and I have been looking at the listings you’ve sent me.
None have really screamed ‘this is it’ yet though.
” Her voice is growing drowsy, the emotional intensity of the afternoon finally catching up with her.
“I want somewhere with a big yard for her to play in. Maybe a garden where we can grow vegetables.”
“Whatever you want. A garden, a swing set, six dogs, and a white picket fence if that’s what makes you happy.”
She laughs sleepily. “I never thought I was a white picket fence kind of girl.”
“You’re whatever kind of girl you want to be. That’s the point of starting over.”