Page 107 of Masked Seduction
I crawl into our bed, heart racing a little faster when Abram finally appears, eyes full of warmth as he closes the door gentlybehind him. His gaze turns molten as he catches sight of me, and heat pools low in my belly at his blatant appreciation. He wastes no time stripping away his clothes, revealing his perfect, muscled body—hard and ready.
He slides into bed next to me, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he draws me close, his fingertips skimming the small of my back. I lick my lips, my body responding instantly, but then I remember the news I need to share.
“I have to tell you something.”
He pauses, his lips against my neck, breathing softly. “Can it wait? Because the way you looked at me when I walked in?—”
I smile teasingly, pulling back just enough to meet his hungry gaze. Slowly, I slip from the bed and stand in front of him, my fingers inching beneath the edge of my pajama top. Abram watches, utterly mesmerized, as I shed my clothes piece by piece, baring myself to him until nothing remains but my panties.
“Do you want to hear my secret?” I ask softly, hooking my thumbs beneath the waistband and sliding them down.
He nods distractedly, eyes trailing over my body, filled with heat and barely restrained desire.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words hang in the air between us. Abram’s eyes snap upward, locking onto mine, shock swiftly melting into overwhelming happiness. His grin widens, radiant and boyish, and then he’s leaping from the bed, laughing with a joy that fills every corner of the room.
He sweeps me up into his strong arms, spinning me around until I laugh breathlessly. His hands cup my face tenderly, his lips brushing softly across my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
Abram sinks gently to one knee, his eyes filled with awe as he presses soft kisses to my belly. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, warm and protective. I thread my fingers through his hair, my heart so full it almost hurts.
Abram gazes up at me, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re amazing, Jenna. I didn’t think my life could get any better, but every day with you and Vanya proves me wrong.”
My heart squeezes and I bend, capturing his lips in a tender, lingering kiss. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I love you too. Always.”
He stays kneeling, broad shoulders framed by dim lamplight, lips brushing a slow, reverent path across my abdomen.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
I laugh. “Positive.” My fingers cup his face. “Doctor confirmed. You, sir, are absurdly potent.”
“Let me show you just how potent.”
“I’d love nothing more.”
A deep, primal growl rumbles from Abram’s chest, raw and hungry, vibrating through me and setting my skin ablaze. He stands and crashes his mouth against mine, the kiss starting soft but erupting into a desperate clash of lips, tongues, and teeth.
We settle onto the mattress, his body heat a searing wave that consumes me. I sink back into the silken sheets, my nervessparking as liquid fire surges through my veins, pooling hot and heavy in my pussy, my skin flushed and tingling.
He pulls back and looks at me. His eyes, dark as a storm at midnight, bore into mine with raw, animalistic need. “Tell me if I’m too much.”
“Too much? Never,” I purr, my voice thick with want.
My fingers seize his wrist, guiding his rough hand to my cheek, his calloused fingertips grazing my jaw. Slowly, I drag his touch down my throat, over the swell of my breasts, and along the curve of my hips, my body arching to meet his touch, a blatant invitation for him to take me apart.
Abram moves like a man possessed, each caress branding me with heat. His lips blaze a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, nipping the sharp edge of my collarbone, sucking lightly at the tender underside of my breast. My nipple tightens under his hot breath, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His stubble scrapes my flesh, a rough contrast to the slick heat of his tongue, leaving my body humming with electric need.
A moan tears from my throat as his hand cups my breast, his thumb circling my hardened nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, each pass sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. My back bows, pressing my chest into his grip, my thighs clenching as my pussy throbs, slick and aching.
My breaths come in shaky pants, my pulse hammering as he tunes every touch to my body’s rhythm, knowing exactly when my craving tips into raw, desperate need.
“Still with me, baby?” His voice is a low, sultry sound, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and teasing.
“Always,” I gasp, the word fracturing as his fingers slide lower to find my pussy, dripping and ready. His touch is relentless, fingers circling my clit with agonizing precision before dipping inside, curling against the spot that makes my hips buck wildly.
Pleasure crashes through me, a blinding, pulsing wave that shatters me. I clench around his fingers as I cry out, my body trembling through the white-hot aftershocks. Abram holds me through it, his thumb brushing my parted lips as I shudder, the heat ebbing slow and molten. Then, with a possessive grip, he rolls me onto his lap, my body still pulsing with need.
