Page 63 of Bratva Boss's Secret Baby

“Sabrina,” I say against her mouth, her name coming out like a prayer.

“Nikandr,” she whispers back, “Show me what forever looks like.”

The request undoes me completely. I lift her carefully and carry her to our bedroom, mindful of the precious life she’s carrying but desperate to claim her as completely as she’s claiming me.

I set her down beside the bed and take my time undressing her, revealing the body that’s become more beautiful with each passing day of her pregnancy. When I trace my hands over thegentle curve of her belly where our daughter grows, something possessive and protective surges through me.

“You’re perfect,” I say, pressing kisses along the column of her throat. “Absolutely perfect.”

She pulls my shirt over my head with trembling hands, mapping the planes of my chest like she’s memorizing every detail.

I help her out of the soft dress she’s wearing, revealing the body that’s haunted my dreams for weeks. Every curve is lusher, and when I lean down to trace my tongue along the sensitive spot just below her ear, she gasps and presses closer.

I capture her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, letting her taste the promise of forever. When I find the edge of her panties and slip beneath the silk to touch her, she’s already wet and wanting.

“You’re so ready for me,” I marvel, pressing my forehead against hers as she rocks her pussy against my hand.

“I’m always ready for you. I think I have been since the first moment I saw you.” She flushes with the admission.

I take my time removing her panties, pressing kisses to her inner thighs as I work my way higher. Her skin is impossibly soft, and she trembles under every touch of my lips. When I reach her slit, I pause to look up at her. “Let me worship you,” I say, meaning every word. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

She moans and arches her hips in silent acquiescence.

When I finally taste her, she cries out and thrusts upward to meet my mouth. She’s sweet and intoxicating, and I lose myself completely in the sounds she makes as I explore every sensitivefold with my tongue. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, fluttering each time I gently swipe my tongue across it.

“Nikandr, please—” She gasps, fisting her hands in my hair.

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

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

I curve my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her back arch, and work it relentlessly while my tongue continues to stroke her clit. When her orgasm hits, she shouts my name as her whole body convulses with pleasure.

I work her through it gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she comes back down to earth. “Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “So beautiful when you come for me.”

She reaches for me with shaking hands, helping me out of my remaining clothes. When she wraps her fingers around my shaft, I groan and have to grab her wrist to maintain control.

“Your hands are going to kill me,” I say, letting my head fall back as she strokes me slowly.

“Good,” she says with a wicked smile. “I want you as desperate as you made me.”

“I am. I need to be inside you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, lying back against the pillows in invitation.

I position myself carefully between her thighs, hyper-aware of her pregnancy and the need to be gentle despite the fire burningthrough my veins. I grasp the base to guide in my shaft. When the head of my cock brushes against her entrance, we both shudder at the contact. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready since you told me you chose us.” She reaches down to guide me inside her.

When I push into her slowly, she makes a sound of pure satisfaction that goes straight to my soul. Her pussy is so tight and hot and perfect that I have to stop moving entirely to keep from coming immediately. I brace myself on my forearms above her, struggling for control. “You feel incredible.”

She lifts her hips experimentally, taking me deeper, and the movement sends shockwaves through both of us. “So good...”

I start to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She meets every thrust with enthusiasm, her breasts bouncing with each movement. I can’t resist leaning down to capture one nipple in my mouth.

“Yes.” She arches into me. “Just like that.”

I increase the pace gradually, building a rhythm that has her clinging to me desperately. Every thrust brings us closer together, not just physically but emotionally, like we’re finally acknowledging what’s been building between us all along. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, along with her moans and my harsh breathing.

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