Chapter 28 #2
“I could say it was to prevent a war with the Nikitins, which is part of it, but the main reason is…” I pause to breathe in and out before making a difficult admission.
“I was afraid of what loving someone would cost me, how it would make me vulnerable, and what it would mean for everything I’d built.
” I kiss her softly, pouring all my emotion into the contact.
“I understand now that none of it matters without you.”
She kisses me back with desperate fervor, gripping my shirt as she holds me close. When we break apart, both of us are breathing hard. “What do we do now?”
I don’t reach for a ring, since I’ve never even thought about it until now, or drop to one knee.
Instead, I take her hands and speak the only truth that matters.
“Let me be your home now. Let me be the person you come to when you’re afraid, when you’re happy, and when you need someone to hold you through the night. ”
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate or ask for time to think about it. “Yes, I want that more than anything.”
I kiss her again, and this time, there’s no desperation or fear behind it, just love and the promise of a future we’ll build together. She moves her hands to the buttons of my shirt, working them open with steady movements.
“Are you sure?” I ask, noting the cuts on her hands and the fatigue written across her face. “It’s been a long night.”
“I’m sure because I need to feel alive and to feel connected to you after everything that’s happened.” She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, careful of my wounded arm. “I need you, if you’re up to it.” She gently traces the outlines of the thick bandage Dr. Abshi put on me. “If not, I can wait.”
“I’m more than up for it.” Taking her hand, I briefly place it against my cock, which is hard and strains for her touch.
She smiles. “Yes, you are.”
I help her out of her torn clothes, taking care with each piece until she’s sitting before me in nothing but moonbeams from the window. She’s even more beautiful now after what we’ve survived, and knowing she’s carrying our child makes her seem almost luminous.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur, tracing the curve of her shoulder with gentle fingertips.
I start by kissing her neck, finding the pulse point that always makes her gasp. She tilts back her head, giving me better access, and I take advantage by trailing my mouth along her throat and across her collarbone.
“You taste like heaven,” I whisper against her skin, watching her shiver beneath my touch.
I explore her body with devotion, noting the subtle changes that pregnancy has brought. Her breasts are noticeably fuller and more sensitive, and when I close my mouth over one nipple, she arches against me with a cry that goes straight to my cock.
“Is this okay?” I ask, suddenly aware that her body might have different needs now.
“More than okay since everything is more intense now.” She tangles her hands in my hair, holding me against her. “Don’t stop.”
I take my time worshipping her breasts, using my tongue and teeth to drive her wild. Her responses are more dramatic than before. She’s more sensitive to every touch, and I’m fascinated by these changes. “Tell me what works for you,” I murmur, switching to her other breast.
“Everything you’re doing works perfectly, but when you use your teeth gently like that...” She gasps as I comply with her request. “Yes, exactly like that.”
I continue my exploration, noting how her skin flushes more easily now and how every touch seems to send electricity through her body. When I finally move lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, she’s already trembling with need.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, pressing a soft kiss just below her navel. “Knowing you’re carrying our child makes you even more perfect.”
“About that—” Whatever she’s about to say is lost in a deep moan when I lick her slit from the clit to the opening.
I settle more comfortably between her thighs, using my mouth to map every sensitive spot that makes her gasp and moan. She tastes different than before, sweeter and more intoxicating, and I lose myself in the act of licking her pussy.
I start slowly, teasing her with gentle licks and soft kisses that make her hips lift toward my mouth. When I finally focus on her clit, using firm strokes of my tongue, she cries out so loudly I’m grateful for the cabin’s isolation.
“Yarik, please,” she whispers, her hands gripping my hair. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I continue my ministrations, alternating between her clit and dipping my tongue inside her. “I want to savor this and make you come with my mouth first.”
She makes a frustrated sound that turns into a moan when I slide two fingers inside her while continuing to work her clit with my tongue. Her body is incredibly responsive, clenching around my fingers as she gets closer to the edge.
“Please don’t stop,” she begs, her thighs trembling around my head. “I’m so close.”
I don’t stop, using my fingers to find the spot inside her that makes her see stars while my tongue focuses on the bundle of nerves under her clit that will send her over.
When her orgasm crashes through her, she arches off the couch, crying my name loudly while continuing to convulse around my fingers.
When her muscles relax, I gently withdraw from her sheath and move up her body while she’s still recovering from her climax, settling between her legs as her breathing slowly returns to normal.
I press my cock against her slick entrance, and she whimpers, managing another lift of her hips.
When I enter her, she gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine.
“You’re different,” I say, moving slowly to let her adjust.
“Pregnancy changes things and makes everything more sensitive.” She rolls her hips, taking me deeper. “It still works perfectly, and you’re perfect.”
We move together with languid grace, no urgency driving us this time.
This is all about love and the overwhelming need to be connected.
I watch her face in the firelight, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crosses her features.
“I love watching you like this.” I adjust my angle to hit the spot that makes her gasp.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in pleasure. ”
“I love you,” she whispers, framing my face with her hands.
“I love you too.” I press a kiss to her lips, losing myself in the taste of her. When we finally part, we’re both breathless. “I never imagined I could love someone so much.”
Our rhythm gradually increases as passion builds between us. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. The way her pussy clings to my cock, hot and perfect, threatens to undo me completely.
“Harder,” she whispers against my ear, digging her nails into my shoulders. “I need more.”
I comply with her request, increasing my pace while maintaining the angle that makes her gasp with each thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the cabin, mixing with her soft moans and my own harsh breathing.
“You are so good.” I groan, struggling to maintain control as she clenches around me. “So perfect and so mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, meeting my thrusts with increasing desperation. “Always yours.”
I reach between us to stroke her clit, wanting to send her over the edge around my cock this time. The moment my fingers make contact, she throws back her head with a cry that echoes through the cabin.
“Come with me,” I whisper against, my own climax approaching.
The combination of my touch and the angle of my thrusts sends her spiraling over the edge.
Her pussy squeezes around me, and she cries out as her second orgasm hits.
The sensation of her rhythmically pulsing around me pushes me past my own breaking point.
I follow her into bliss, my cock convulsing as I spill my seed inside her, calling her name as I surrender.
Afterward, we lie tangled together before the fire, her head on my chest and my arms wrapped protectively around her. The events of the night seem like a distant nightmare now, replaced by the warm reality of Sarah safe in my arms.
“No more secrets,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “No more hiding, right?”
She snuggles closer. “I like the sound of that.” After a hesitation, she says, “In the interest of full disclosure, I haven’t told you everything. I was going to, but I got sidetracked and?—”
I press a finger to her lips. “There’s nothing you could tell me that will make me love you any less.”
She smiles, turning her head slightly so she can speak without my finger blocking her. “I’m having triplets. The best guess is two boys and a girl.”
The room spins, and I wonder later if I grayed out for a moment, because there’s haze followed by sharp clarity. I put my hand over her stomach, eyes wide with shock and awe. “Three?”
She nods, looking a little nervous but mostly excited. “How is that? I mean, is it okay?”
I manage a short laugh. “It has to be since they’re already in there.” My mind is reeling. I’ve gone from childless to three children in the space of an hour. “I hadn’t even gotten around to really thinking about one, but three is…” I trail off, searching for words.
She starts to frown and tries to sit up. “It’s too much? If you can’t handle?—”
I glare at her. “I can handle it. I just need a minute. What I was going to say is three is just perfect.”
Her expression softens, and she relaxes against me once more. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. I was. Still am, sometimes.” She seems embarrassed to admit that. “I think it will be wonderful though.”
I nod in agreement and pull her closer. “I’m excited.” I sound confident because I am. “We’re going to handle this, and I’ll be the best husband and father I can be.”
She stiffens slightly. “Husband?”
“Someday, when we’re both ready.”
Sarah nods. “I’d like that, someday.”
I hold her closer, already planning the life we’ll build together. A life free from the violence of my previous existence, centered around the woman I love and the children we’ve created together. It’s going to be a future worth living.