He raises and lowers me again, sending a wave of pleasure through me, and with his hungry eyes running over my body like it’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, I say, “I’m sexy," and I actually fucking mean it.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, thrusting up into me as he slams me down, filling me completely and stealing my breath. Flipping us over, he grabs my thighs, pulling them up so he can fuck me deeper. I pull on his shirt, wanting his bare skin against mine. He tosses it aside before bringing his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. My nipples scrape along his chest with each hard thrust, and when I start to come, he groans and speeds up even faster, throwing me over the edge as he swallows my screams.
“Fuck, I love you,” he groans against my lips as he pulses inside me and gives in to his own release.
Aftershocks run through me, leaving my whole body feeling like it’s about to just float away and it’s only the weight of my husband on top of me that’s keeping me tied to this earth. I run my hands along his back before threading my fingers into his hair, enjoying the feel of him against me, the sheer joy of touching something so beautiful.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
He kisses me slowly, letting himself grow soft inside me like he knows I love.
“I love you, baby.” He looks down at me, giving me the sweet smile that I know is just mine. “I’m going to be so sad when you stop breastfeeding and we have to use condoms.”
“Me too, better enjoy it while we can.”
He gives me a wink. “I plan on it,kiska, at least until I can get you pregnant again.”
“Yeah, that’s going to be a while,” I tell him with a laugh.
“We’ll see.”
I laugh and wrap my arms and legs around him even tighter, holding him in place, even though I know he could easily break free.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warn him.
He smiles and kisses me again. “Don’t worry, baby. I also like it when you’re not pregnant. Then I can chase you through the woods and be as rough as I want.”
He smiles even bigger at the way my whole body arches up at his words.
“My perfect good girl,” he whispers, thrusting his hips, already growing hard again.
I cling to my husband even tighter, happily losing myself in him again.
Volodya
By the time I carry Maddie to bed, she’s so tired she can barely move. I know Misha’s going to be waking up to eat soon, and part of me feels guilty for wearing her out so badly, but a bigger part of me just wants to lay her down and slide right back into her. I’ll make sure she gets a nap tomorrow to make up for it. I never said I was a good man, and I’m certainly not one where she’s concerned. I’m possessive and selfish and ravenous for her. That’s never going to change.
Pulling back the covers, I tuck her in, giving her a kiss and whispering that I love her before going to check on our son.Son. I can’t believe I’m a daddy. Every time I think about it, I end up grinning like an idiot, which is going to hurt my deadly reputation if I’m not careful. At least the Bratva keeps me busy. My death count is still steadily rising, and I doubt it’ll be slowing down anytime soon.
I lean over the crib, watching Misha’s little chest rise and fall, and I know I’d do anything to keep him and Maddie safe. Anything and everything to protect my family. His chubby cheeks move as he sucks on his pacifier, and when I whisper in Russian that I love him, he gives me a little smile in his sleep. God, I love him so much it hurts. I watch him for several more minutes before giving him one last kiss. The dogs each get a good ear scratch, and then I walk back to our bedroom.
Stripping out of my pants, I get under the covers and pull my wife against me. She wiggles her bare ass, burrowing even closer so there isn’t any distance between us. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Even in a deep sleep, she knows I’m here, and she wants us as close as possible. I kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her, cupping one of her tits in my hand. It’s my favorite sleeping position. With my face close to hers, I breathe in her sweet scent, letting her calm me as only she can. I hold her tighter as I drift off to sleep, so fucking grateful that I kidnapped the wrong girl and that for some insane reason she fell in love with me. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she never regrets that choice.
