Page 44 of Bratva Boss's Secret Baby

I roll us carefully so she’s beneath me, mindful of the life growing inside her, and take my time mapping the changes in her body. Her breasts are fuller than I remember, and moresensitive if the way she arches into my touch is any indication. The slight curve of her belly where our child grows makes something possessive and protective surge through me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, pressing kisses along the column of her throat. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”

She pulls my sweater over my head with trembling hands, skating her palms across my chest like she’s memorizing the feel of my skin. When she traces the scar along my ribs from a knife fight three years ago, I tense automatically.

“Does it hurt?” she asks softly.

“Not anymore.” The truth is more complicated than that, but right now, nothing matters except the way she’s looking at me with tenderness that makes my chest ache.

I help her out of the silk nightgown she’s wearing, revealing the body that’s haunted my dreams for weeks. Her skin is softer than I remember, and when I lean down to trace my tongue along the sensitive spot just below her ear, she gasps and presses closer to me.

“I’ve thought about this,” she says breathlessly, “Every night since I got here. Many nights before too, when I was in my apartment. I’ve thought about what it would feel like to have you touch me again.”

“Just touching?” I ask, sliding my hand down her side to rest on her hip.

“More than touching.” Her confession comes out in a rush, like she’s embarrassed by her own desire. “I’ve thought about everything.”

I capture her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, letting her taste the promise of what’s coming. I find the side of her panties, and when I slip beneath the silk to touch her pussy, she’s already wet and wanting. I press my forehead against hers, struggling to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re perfect.”

She rocks against my hand, chasing the friction she needs, and the sight of her losing herself to pleasure makes my cock ache with the need to be inside her. I force myself to go slowly, to worship every inch of her body the way she deserves.

I take my time removing her panties, pressing kisses to her inner thighs as I work my way higher. Her skin is soft as silk, and she trembles under every touch of my lips. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause to look up at her, taking in the flush spreading across her chest and the way her lips part in anticipation.

“You’re sure about this?” I ask one more time, even though my body is screaming at me to stop talking and start tasting.

“Absolutely.” She fists her hands in my hair, directing me where she wants me

When I finally taste her, she cries out and lifts her hips off the mattress. Her pussy is sweet and intoxicating, and I lose myself in the sounds she makes as I explore her geography with my tongue. I take my time, learning what makes her gasp, moan, and her entire body shake with need.

She writhes and pants as her thighs tremble on either side of my head. “That feels incredible.”

I slide one finger inside her while continuing to work her clit with my tongue, 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.

“More. Please, I need more.”

I curve my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her back arch off the bed, and work it relentlessly while my mouth continues its assault on her clit. She’s so close her body coils tighter with every stroke.

“Let go,” I coax against her skin. “Come for me, Sabrina.”

When her orgasm hits, she screams my name as her whole body convulses. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she comes back down.

“I...” She trails off, apparently unable to find words.

“That was just the beginning,” I whisper, returning my mouth to her clit to make her come again.

“Nikandr, please?—”

“Let me take care of you,” I say, lifting my head slightly. “Let me make you feel good.”

I use my mouth and tongue to bring her right to the edge, then pull back when she’s trembling and desperate. She makes a sound of frustration that goes straight to my cock, but I want to draw this out, want to make it last.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, reaching for me. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping. Just slowing down.” I kiss my way back up her body, paying special attention to her breasts until she’s arching beneath me all over again. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

She helps me out of my pajama pants, her hands shaking with need and anticipation. When she wraps her fingers around my shaft, I groan and have to grab her wrist to keep from losing control entirely.

“Your hands…” I let my head fall back as she strokes me slowly. “You’re going to kill me.”

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