Page 115 of Born into Darkness

Her frustrated whimpers and throaty moans are the sweetest music, and when I give her nipple a soft bite, she lets out another exquisite shout that has my cock growing even bigger as I rock my hips just enough to part her lips.

“Maybe I’ll just jerk off and come all over your body. I could leave you tied up here for another hour, teasing you while I keep practicing.” I whisper the words against her wet nipple and then give it another bite that has her straining against the straps and mewling with raw need.

“No, not again,” she begs, reminding me of the last time I did that to her.

I laugh and kiss her tit. “But it was so much fun,” I tell her.

“For you,” she mutters.

I ignore the tone and say, “You remember how hard you came?” I groan at the memory. “You made such a mess on my piano.” I push into her just a tiny bit more. “You sure you don’t want to do that again?”

“No, please,” she begs. “I need this. I needyou.”

Kissing my way up her chest, I don’t stop until my mouth is hovering over hers, both hands braced on the piano, her pregnant belly pressing against my abs, and her tight pussy gripping the head of my cock like it’ll never let go.

“Please,” she begs again as I slowly kiss the corner of her mouth, first one side and then the other. She opens for me, wanting my tongue, my lips, my spit, everything she can get from me.

“God, I love you like this—my pregnant wife, half-crazed with lust, desperate for me to make it better.” Her soft whimpers mixed with the heat of her breath against my lips gnaws away at the last of my restraint, and when I slide into her, feeding her my cock one slow inch at a time, she comes before I’m even halfway in. Her pussy clenches down on me, trying like hell to suck me in deeper as she falls apart and screams my name.

With a deep groan, I slam in the rest of the way, intensifying her orgasm as my own quickly builds. Her tits and belly press against me, driving me crazy with each thrust I give her.

“Max,” she whines, and I know what she wants before she even has to voice the words. Reaching up, I undo the strap that’s restraining her arms, and as soon as she’s free, her arms are wrapping around me, pulling me closer as she kisses me with a fierceness that has my hips speeding up. Each thrust is deep and hard enough to make her drag her nails down my back as her second orgasm starts to build.

This time when she lets out the moan that I’d recognize anywhere and that’s already inspired more than one song, I give in and join her. Her pussy squeezes my pulsing cock, both of us lost in the other. Until I met her, I never knew a pleasure like this existed. My wife is everything to me, my entire world, my light in the darkness, and my dream for the future. She’s all I want. She’s all I’ll ever want.

I stay inside her, holding her and kissing her as both our bodies start to come down, and when I feel like I can move again, I carefully undo the last of the straps and pull her into my lap so we’re both facing the piano again. I kiss her neck and place my fingers on the keys.

“I have a surprise for you,” I say, and then I start to play her the song I started composing for her in the basement. My right hand prevents me from being able to play it exactly how I want, but that’s the perfectionist in me, and I shove the thoughts away and instead focus on putting everything I have into each note I play. I imbue each note with the love I feel for my wife, the terror I’d felt when I couldn’t protect her, along with the sweet, heartbreaking moments of falling in love with her and holding her hand while she slept—I put everything I have into it, the most precious gift I can think to give her.

When I play the last note, I let my hands rest on the keys. Talia lifts her hands and places them on mine, and it takes me a second to realize she’s crying.

“You didn’t like it?” I whisper, feeling a pain in my heart that threatens to shatter it into a million pieces.

“What?” she whispers, turning to face me. Her cheeks are streaked with tears and her voice is shaky and she’s still a mess from being strapped to the piano, and I don’t think she’s ever looked as beautiful to me as she does right here in this moment.

“That was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard,” she says as more tears fall down her cheeks. “I still can’t believe you wrote that.”

“For you,” I say. “I wrote it for you. It’s yours. Only yours.”

“I love it so much,” she whispers.

“It would’ve broken my heart if you didn’t,” I admit with a soft laugh.

She turns enough so she can cup my face and pull me close enough to kiss. “I love it,” she repeats. “And aside from the baby growing inside me, it’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever been given.”

I kiss her and rest my hand on her stomach. “Svetik moy,” I whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers back.

We both turn at the sound of Wallace barking. The wall of windows gives us an amazing view of the ocean, and Talia had been right, it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Her dad surprised us by building this house on their property. It’s far enough down the beach to give us privacy, but close enough to easily hop on a four-wheeler and visit everyone. I never bothered questioning Vasily about the fact that the construction crew was hired before I’d suggested a half-year compromise. I know how much his daughter means to him, and I can’t fault a man for that. I’m sure I’ll be the same way once our little girl is born.

“Sveta sent me more pictures this morning,” Talia says, her fingers lazily running over mine. “Jake and Seryozha are so cute.” She gives a soft laugh. “There’s a photo in there of Vitaly holding them, and I’ve never seen him look happier.”

“Of course he’s happy,” I say with a laugh. “That’s two more grandkids to corrupt with sugar. He’s going to be putting an ice cream cone in their hands as soon as they can grip things.”

She laughs and nods her head in agreement. “Do you miss being there with them?”

“I’d miss you more,”’ I tell her. I look out at the ocean and around our beautiful home before turning my eyes to my wife. “I love being here with you, I love the life we have here, and I love seeing where you grew up. I don’t ever want to be anywhere that you aren’t. I miss my family, but it’s not like we can’t keep in touch. Niki is flying out next week with Damien, and then we’ll be flying there once Lara goes into labor so we can meet our newest niece. I’m fine, baby. I promise.”

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