Olivia
Roman doesn’t let me go after he spends himself inside me.
I expect him to set me down, to clean me up, to give me space like all of the other times. But he holds me pinned against the door, his breath ragged in my hair, his chest heaving against mine. His cock is still thick inside me, pulsing, refusing to let me forget what he’s just done.
Then, with a grunt, he shifts me in his arms.
I squeal softly, clinging to his shoulders as he carries me across the room. My legs remain locked around his waist, his grip sure and unyielding, until he lays me down on the wide bed.
But he doesn’t pull out.
He pulls a pillow beneath my hips, angling me so my pelvis tilts upward, my thighs spread wide, my swollen cunt still wrapped around him. I blink up at him, dazed. “Why the pillow?”
His scar pulls tight as his mouth curves in something between a smirk and a snarl. “So my seed doesn’t spill out of you. So it has the best chance of taking.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, to my chest, pools low in my belly.
“You want…” My throat dries, the words hard to say aloud.
“A baby.” His hand slides over my stomach, broad and possessive, pressing flat against the soft flesh. “My baby. I want you round with me, Olivia. I want to see this belly swell because I filled you every day, gave you pleasure every day.”
My breath stutters, my body trembling under his touch.
He leans over me, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice a growl that curls into my bones.
“You think I won’t love you when you change?
You think I won’t want you when you’re heavy with my child?
” His hand squeezes my belly, almost reverent.
“I’ll want you more. I’ll fuck you every night, slow and deep, until you forget what it feels like to be empty.
Until you’ve come so hard, so much, you forget what it feels like not to be coming on my cock, on my face, on my fingers. ”
A whimper slips from my throat, my hips shifting against the pillow involuntarily.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t thrust. Just stays buried inside me, thick and throbbing, while his words unravel me.
“I’ll worship you,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth across my cheek, my temple, my ear. “Every new curve, every change. Your breasts swelling, your hips softening. I’ll taste you, touch you, take you, and you’ll moan for me and know that you belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
My eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the images his voice paints. Me, round and swollen, his hands on me, his cock inside me, his mouth claiming every inch.
He growls low. “I’ll keep you pregnant, krasivy.
One after another. You’ll carry my sons, my daughters, and I’ll fill you again as soon as your body is ready.
” His hand slides up to my throat, holding gently, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You’ll never go a season without me inside you, making sure the world knows you’re mine. ”
Tears sting my eyes, not of sadness or fear, but of something too big to contain. No one ever wanted me like this. Not for who I could be molded into, not for how I could serve a man’s ambition. But me. My body. My future. My everything.
And Roman wants it all.
“I can’t…” My voice cracks, but I don’t look away. “I can’t breathe when you talk like that.”
He kisses me, softer than his words, his lips lingering. “Breathe, Olivia. Breathe for me. You’ll need your strength when you’re carrying our child.”
I gasp, a shaky laugh slipping free despite the heat in my belly. “You’re insane.”
“Insane for you,” he counters without hesitation.
His hips shift just slightly, reminding me that he’s still inside me, still keeping me full. “Now stay just like this. Pillow under your hips. My seed deep where it belongs. Don’t move until I tell you. Until I’ve made you come again, until I’ve filled you again.”
I nod, too undone to argue as he begins to rock his pelvis again, one hand reaching between us and finding my clit, the other bracing him over me.
This time it’s slow. The press of his thumb keeping me on the edge while his cock hits the spot inside me that makes me feel like I might spontaneously combust. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, the sensation making my back arch, and bites lightly before moving to the other and doing the same.
“These beautiful tits will get so big and heavy… leaking milk… so fucking sexy.” His words are grunts now as his pace picks up.
His thumb presses a little harder, a little more erratically and I’m propelled over the abyss, my pussy clamping tight around him as he follows me over the edge, filling me with his hot cum again.
Roman lies down beside me, one arm caging me in, his other hand spread wide over my stomach. He watches me like a man watches treasure, hungry, protective, obsessed.