His voice held a hint of helplessness, a touch of sadness.
I took his hand.
"That's later," I said. "Right now, she's still our little princess."
"Yeah," he said. "Our little princess."
He hugged me tighter. I knew for Igor, protecting us wasn't just duty—it was his purpose. And all I had to do was show him we were here, safe.
I kissed him, brushing his eyes, nose, mouth. He savored it, then captured my lips in a deep, heated kiss.
When we broke apart, desire burned in his expression.
Igor's hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I straddled his chest. His eyes darkened with hunger as he slid down the bed, positioning me right over his face. "I need to taste you, Elena," he growled, voice rough with need. "Right now."
Before I could respond, he yanked me higher, diving under my sleep skirt. The fabric tented over his head, and I felt his hot breaththrough my panties. "Fuck, you smell so good," he murmured, nuzzling against the thin barrier.
His tongue flicked out, pressing flat against the cotton, licking slowly and deliberately. I gasped, gripping the headboard as he traced my folds through the fabric, teasing my clit with firm strokes. "Igor... oh God," I whispered, hips rocking instinctively.
He didn't rush. He lapped at me steadily, soaking the panties until they clung wetly to my skin. The friction built, maddening and intense. "You're dripping already, baby," he said, voice muffled but smug. "Gonna make you come so hard."
Finally, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down my thighs, exposing me completely. Cool air hit my heated core, but then his mouth was there—hot, insistent. His tongue delved in, swirling around my entrance before sucking on my clit. I moaned loudly, thighs trembling as he devoured me like a man starved.
He gripped my ass, pulling me down harder onto his face, fucking me with his tongue. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building fast. "That's it, ride my face," he urged, lips vibrating against me. "Come for me, Elena. Let me drink you up."
I shattered, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me, waves of ecstasy pulsing from my core. He didn't stop, licking me through it until I collapsed forward, panting.
Gently, he eased me off him, peeling away my sleep skirt to reveal my naked body. His eyes raked over me, appreciative and possessive. "So fucking beautiful," he said, shedding his own sleep clothes in seconds. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, already leaking for me.
"Give me another child, Elena," he said, voice thick with emotion. "Stella needs a sibling. A little brother or sister to grow up with."
I smiled, tracing his chest. "Pregnancy's tough, but... it's our baby. That makes me happy. So damn happy."
He grinned, dark and wicked. "Good girl." He flipped me onto my hands and knees, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under my belly for support. "This position's perfect for getting you pregnant,"he said, positioning himself behind me. His cock nudged my entrance, slick from my arousal.
"Does it really help?" I teased, glancing back at him. "Scientifically?"
He chuckled, thrusting in deep with one smooth stroke. I gasped at the fullness. "Who knows? But we'll find out. Fuck, you feel amazing wrapped around me."
He started moving, slow at first, then building rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. "Take it all, baby. Milk my cock." The angle hit just right, sparking pleasure with every drive. He sped up, pounding into me, the slap of skin echoing. "Gonna fill you up, put a baby in you."
I moaned, pushing back to meet him. Tension built again, and when he groaned, hot spurts flooded me deep inside. "Yes, that's it," he panted. "Take every drop."
He didn't pull out, just eased us onto our sides for a moment, kissing my neck. But he wasn't done. "One more time," he whispered. "Switch positions."
He arranged another pillow under my hips, rolling me onto my back. "Hold your legs to your chest," he instructed. I did, folding them up, exposing myself completely. My pussy splayed open, glistening and ready. Heat flushed my cheeks—it felt so vulnerable, so raw.
"Shh, you're perfect," he soothed, stroking my thighs. "Look at you, all mine." He slid back in, filling me inch by inch. "God, Elena, you're so tight. So wet for me."
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss while his hands kneaded my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. "These tits are gonna be even fuller when you're pregnant," he murmured against my lips. "Can't wait to see you swollen with my child."
His thrusts picked up, deep and steady. One hand trailed down, fingers finding where we joined. "Look at that greedy little pussy," he said, voice husky. "Sucking me in, not letting go. You're devouring my cock, baby. So fucking hot."
I whimpered, the words stoking the fire. Then his thumb pressed my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he fucked me harder. Double the sensation—his thick length stretching me, his touch sparking electricity. "Come on, clench around me," he urged. "Show me how much you love it."
Pleasure exploded, my body arching as I came again, walls pulsing around him.
But he kept going, ramping up the pace. Fast, brutal thrusts that had me teetering on the edge once more. "I'm close," I gasped. "Igor, I can't hold back."
