Page 27 of BRATVA'S Poisoner Bride
“I think…” My voice catches. I try again. “I think I might be pregnant.”
The silence isn’t silence, it’s tension. Electricity.
Something in him changes.
His pupils blow wide, and his hand slides from my jaw to the back of my neck, pulling me closer like he needs skin contact to breathe.
“Are you sure?” he growls, voice already darkening into something that promises both protection and possession.
I lift my eyes to his.
“I think so.”
That’s as far as I get.
Because he kisses me like that possibility has lit the fuse on the rest of our lives.
Diomid
The words hit me like a bullet straight to the chest, but instead of pain, it's pure, unfiltered possession that explodes through me.
Pregnant.
My wife, carrying my child. The thought wraps around my brain like a vice, tightening until all I can see is her swollen with proof of how completely I've claimed her. How I've filled her night after night until it took root.
She's mine in a way no one can ever undo now. The whole fucking world will see it, see her belly round with my child, and know she belongs to me. No more questions about her past. Just her, marked by me, forever.
I crush my mouth to hers before she can say another word, devouring her like a starving man. My hands are everywhere, sliding under her shirt to palm her breasts, already imagining them heavier, fuller with milk for our child. She moans into the kiss, her body arching into mine instinctively, and fuck, that's all it takes.
I'm rock hard in an instant, my cock straining against my pants like it's been days instead of hours since I was buried inside her. I can't get enough of this woman. Every time I think I've had my fill, she looks at me with those winter-blue eyes, or smiles that shy little smile, or just breathes in my direction, and I'm gone.
Insatiable. Obsessed. She's ruined me for anything else, turned me into a beast that only wants to rut and claim and protect.
I break the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, "You think you're pregnant? With my child growing inside you?" My voice is rough, edged with the madness she ignites in me.
I back her up against my desk, sweeping papers and a laptop aside with one arm. They crash to the floor, but I don't give a shit. Nothing matters but her.
"I've been filling you up every goddamn night, pumping you full of my cum until your perfect pretty cunt overflows. And now it's taken. You're mine, Elizabeth. This proves it to the whole fucking world."
She gasps as I lift her onto the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist like they were made to lock me in. Her hands tug at my shirt, nails scraping my skin, and I shudder at the bite of it. I love when she marks me back. Little scratches, bruises from her grip. It's my kink, feeling her claim me in return, knowing she's as feral for me as I am for her.
I yank her sweater over her head, exposing those perfect tits that drive me insane, nipples already hard and begging for my mouth.
"Look at you," I rasp, cupping them roughly, thumbs circling the peaks until she whimpers. "These are going to swell and get so fucking sensitive. And I'll suck them every night, make you come apart just from my tongue on them."
Her breath hitches, eyes glazing with the same hunger that's consuming me. I shove her jeans down her thighs and find she isn’t wearing panties, fuck, she knows what that does to me. She is already soaked, her pussy glistening like an invitation.
"Always so wet for me," I murmur, sliding two fingers inside her without warning. She clenches around them, tight and hot, and my vision tunnels. God, her cunt is my undoing. Every night, when I sink into her, that velvet grip squeezes me until Iblack out from the pleasure, stars exploding behind my eyes as I pound into her like a man possessed. I can't stop, won't stop, not until she's screaming my name and milking every last drop from me.
I free my cock with my other hand, stroking it once, twice as she finishes kicking off her jeans. The head already leaking at the thought of being inside her again.
"You did this," I tell her, voice low and filthy as I line myself up and thrust in deep, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. She cries out, back arching, and I hold still for a second, savoring the way she flutters around me. "You took my cum so perfectly, let it take. Now the world's going to see your belly grow, see how I've marked you inside and out. No one else gets this. Only me. Only my cock stretching this perfect pussy."
I start moving then, hard and relentless, the desk creaking under us as I fuck her like it's the first time, like I'll never get enough. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean down to capture one nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp and tighten around me.
"Fuck, yes," I groan against her skin. "Bite me back,zolotse. Scratch me. Show me how much you need this." She does. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, almost drawing blood, and the sting sends me spiraling higher. I love the pain mixed with the pleasure, the way it reminds me she's not fragile, she's fire, and I'm the one who gets to burn in her.
"You're insatiable," she whispers, half moan, half accusation, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust as she leans back on the desk, bracing herself on her elbows.
