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Lowering my head, I let my tongue trace the length of her slit, from the sensitive bud of her clit to the entrance of her wetness. Scarlett's sharp intake of breath and the soft moan that follows tells me I’ve hit her sweet spot.

I take my time, savoring the taste of her, licking and sucking on her clit with deliberate slowness. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with my tongue, her hands gripping the edges ofthe stool as if seeking anchor in the face of the pleasure I was delivering.

"Oh, Viktor," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Right there ... yes ..."

Her words spur me on, and I increase the pace, my tongue flicking against her clit with increasing urgency. Her body tenses up, and I know she is close. With one final, firm stroke of my tongue, Scarlett cries out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave.

Her essence filled my mouth, a taste I savor as I continued to lap at her, prolonging her pleasure. Slowly, her trembling subsides, and she leans back against the shower wall, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"You're incredible," she breathes out, reaching to touch my face, her fingers tracing my jaw lines.

I stand, pulling her up with me, our bodies still slick with water and desire. Together, we rinse off, the shower now serving a more practical purpose. We take our time, enjoying the simple pleasure of being clean and refreshed.

As the water warms our skin, I feel a renewed sense of connection with Scarlett. Her pregnancy has brought us closer, and the thought of the lives growing inside her fills me with a protectiveness I had never known before.

After drying off, I scoop her into my arms, relishing the feel of her naked body against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder as I carried her into our bedroom.

Our oversized bed, a sanctuary of soft linens and plush pillows, awaits us. I lay her down gently, my eyes never leaving her face. Her beauty, enhanced by after sex glow, is a sight to behold. A sight for only my eyes.

"I love you, Viktor," she whispers, eyes searching mine.

"I love you too, Scarlett," I reply, my voice thick with emotion. "More than you know."

Without further words, I join her on the bed, my body covering hers, our nakedness a testament to the intimacy we share. I kiss her, gently at first, then with growing passion, our tongues entwining in a dance of desire.

My hands roam over her body, reacquainting myself with every curve and hollow. I cup her full breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, and her nipples harden under my touch. Her hands are equally eager, exploring my chest and abs, her touch both soothing and arousing.

Propping her bum on the edge of the bed, I guide her legs apart and position myself kneeling between her thighs, my hardness pressing against her wetness. I pause, savoring the moment, before slowly entering her, our bodies becoming one.

Scarlett's eyes flutter close, her breath coming in short gasps as I begin to move, thrusting gently, mindful of her delicate condition. Her hands grip the bedsheet as I gently slide out and fill her again, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

After a while, I adjust my position, entering her from behind, my hands snake around to her swollen belly. The sight of her carrying our children is a powerful aphrodisiac, and I feel the urge to make her mine.

"You feel so good," I whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "So tight around me."

She moans in response, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her neck. I kiss and nip at her sensitive skin, my hands caressing her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples.

Our lovemaking intensifies, our bodies moving as one, driven by the primal need to connect and possess. Scarlett's moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on.

"Harder, Viktor," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. "Please ..."

I oblige, my thrusts becoming more urgent, my body slamming into hers with increasing but careful force. Her cries grow louder, a testament to the pleasure we were both experiencing.

As I feel my climax building, I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Scarlett's bodystiffens, and she cries out my name as her orgasm consumes her, her inner walls clenching around cock.

The sensation of her release pushes me over the edge, and I thrust one final time, my body shuddering as I empty myself into her, our pleasure intertwined.

We lay there, entwined, our hearts still racing, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. I kiss her forehead, my hand resting protectively on her belly, feeling the lives we had created together.

"I want to do that again," she whispers, her voice contented.

I smile, already anticipating making love to her again, consuming her with my desire, and affirming my unwavering admiration for this remarkable woman.

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The sound of machinery and the rhythmic clang of metal against metal fills the air as Viktor and I step into the construction site. His hand rests firmly on the small of my back, guiding me through the entrance like a guardian steering me through uncharted territory. The energy here is palpable—workers in neon vests scurry about with purpose, cranes loom over skeletal structures, and the smell of freshly cut wood mingles with the dust hanging in the air.

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