The words detonate inside my chest.
I drag my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then shove my trousers down, kicking them away. Naked, aching, I crawl over her, careful of the bump, bracing my weight on my forearms so I can cage her in without crushing her.
“I’m here now,” I rasp against her ear. “And I’m never leaving you alone that long again.”
Her hands slide up my back, nails scraping lightly, and the small sting makes my cock jerk against her thigh.
I kiss down her throat, over the slope of her breast, sucking one tight nipple into my mouth. She gasps, back bowing, fingers spearing into my hair to hold me there. I swirl my tongue, graze with teeth, feel the shudder that rolls through her whole body.
“These are mine,” I growl against her skin, moving to the other breast, giving it the same worship. “This body is mine. This baby is mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers, breathless.
I slide lower, kissing the round curve of her belly, lingering there, lips pressed to the spot where our child moves.
I spread her thighs wide, settling between them. She’s already wet, thighs trembling, the scent of her arousal is thick in the air. I drag my tongue up her center in one slow, possessive lick.
She cries out, hips bucking.
I pin her down with a forearm across her hips and devour her. Long, thorough strokes, circling her clit, then sucking it gently until she’s writhing, begging, thighs shaking around my head.
“Vitali… please…”
I rise up on my knees, fist my cock slowly as I watch her watch me. Her eyes are dark, hungry, lips parted.
I nudge the head at her entrance and push in slow. She’s tighter now, swollen from pregnancy, and the heat of her is almost unbearable. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to go inch by inch, letting her feel every thick, throbbing, ridge of me.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her eyes lock on mine as I sink to the hilt.
A low, broken sound tears out of her throat.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, pulling back and sliding in slowly again, deeper this time.
“You,” she gasps. “Only you.”
I drive us up slowly, the sound of her moans filling the room. Every long thrust pushes a soft cry from her lips, every retreat makes her chase me with her hips, desperate for more.
“Say it again,” I whisper, my voice gravelly with restraint and wonder, angling my hips so I hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
“I belong to you, Vitali,” she sobs, voice cracking. “I’m yours.”
I slide a hand between us, thumb finding her clit fingers splayed over her mound, rubbing tight circles.
Her whole body goes rigid, then shatters. She comes with a scream, pussy clamping down so hard my vision blurs. I keep my pace exact, dragging it out until she’s shaking.
I lean down, mouth at her ear, voice raw and wrecked.
“You’re not leaving me,” I rasp, thrusting into her harder now, balls drawing up tight. “Not in nine months. Not ever.”
“Yes,” she sobs, clinging to me, legs wrapped high around my waist. “Yes, Vitali, I’ll stay, please—”
The words rip the last thread of my control.
I slam deep one final time and come with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside her, filling her again, marking her again, claiming her in the most primal way I know how.
Charlotte
