"Because I love you." He stands, pulls me up and into his arms. "And you're carrying my child. I'm allowed to be attentive."
"You're allowed to be obsessive, apparently."
"You knew what you were signing up for."
We got married shortly after Orthodox Christmas. Small ceremony, just family. His mother cried the entire time. Dimitri made terrible jokes. I wore white even though Konstantin had already claimed every part of me.
Now I live in his penthouse. I'm finishing my degree online. I'm pregnant with his baby. I'm completely, utterly his.
And I've never been happier.
"How's studying going?" he asks, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.
"It was going fine until you walked in."
"Want me to leave?"
"No." I pull him down for a kiss. "I want you to take me to bed."
His eyes darken. "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Volkov."
He carries me to our bedroom and lays me gently on the bed.
"I love that you're pregnant," he murmurs, stripping off my clothes carefully. His hands linger on my bump, reverent andpossessive. "Love seeing my baby growing inside you. Love knowing everyone who sees you knows you're mine."
"Everyone knew I was yours before the pregnancy."
"But now it's undeniable." He strips off his own clothes, revealing his thick cock already hard for me. "Now you're marked. Claimed. Bred. You're walking around with my baby in your belly, and everyone knows what that means."
"What does it mean?" I ask breathlessly.
"That I fucked you. Filled you. Got you pregnant exactly like I promised that first night." His hands slide over my fuller breasts, thumbs circling my sensitive nipples. "That this body is mine. Has always been mine. Will always be mine."
I shiver at his words. He's been obsessed with the breeding kink since that first night, but now that I'm actually pregnant? He's insatiable.
"Are you sure it's safe?" I ask as he settles between my thighs.
"I've asked the doctor multiple times. She assured me that as long as you're comfortable, we can continue having sex throughout your pregnancy." He runs his hands over my thighs, spreading them wider. "Tell me if anything hurts or feels wrong."
"It won't. I need you."
He runs the head of his cock through my folds. I'm already soaked—pregnancy has made me perpetually horny, and Konstantin loves taking advantage of it.
"Look at how wet you are," he murmurs appreciatively. "Your pregnant pussy is always ready for me, isn't it?" He pushes inside slowly, watching my face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The angle is different with my bump, but he knows exactly how to make it work now.
"Fuck," he groans as he bottoms out. "You feel different. Tighter somehow. Hotter. Wetter."
"It's the pregnancy. Everything is more sensitive."
"I know. I can tell." He starts moving, slow and careful. His cock drags against my inner walls with delicious friction. "Does this feel good?"
"So good. Deeper, please."
He adjusts the angle, hitching my legs higher on his hips. The new position lets him sink even deeper.
"That's it. Take all of me. Take your husband's cock while you're pregnant with his baby."
One hand braces beside my head. The other slides between us to find my clit. I'm so sensitive that just a few circles of his thumb has me gasping.
