All I can think about is Katia’s words and Lukin’s protection. No one has ever saved me before. But he did. He protected me like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands steady. His aim sure. No hesitation. He saved me. And I called him a monster.
I throw the blanket off with a frustrated sigh and slip out of the room, padding barefoot through the quiet hallway until I reach the door I once called mine. Our bedroom.
I knock once.
It opens almost immediately. Lukin stands there shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His expression doesn’t shift. No shock. No smugness. Just a blank stare.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice rough.
I take a breath. “Can I come in?”
He shrugs and steps aside. “It’s your bedroom.”
I walk in slowly, while he goes back to the bed and sits on the edge. I linger at the foot of the bed, fingers twisting nervously. “I wanted to say I’m sorry… for what I said that night.”
He looks at me, one brow raised. “Really?”
“Yes,” I say, a little firmer now. “I feel very sorry. I shouldn’t have called you a monster. And… thank you. For protecting me. And the baby.”
For a moment, silence stretches between us. Then he exhales, long and slow. “I’m pissed at you too,” he says.
My chest tightens.
“But I’ll forgive you,” he adds, eyes dragging slowly over my face, “because you’re cute.”
I blink. “What?”
His lips twitch, the ghost of a smirk. “Come lie down,zayka.”
I hesitate only a second. Then I walk over and slide into the bed beside him. He’s on me immediately. Starving. He wraps his hand around my neck and holds my head in place as his lips maul mine. I miss him so much, so there’s no way I’m refusing this passion between us. I melt into him, biting back moans of desire as his mouth tears away from mine and kisses down my neck.
He whispers into my ear. “I missed you on this bed,” he growls. “I want to fuck you so hard, but you’re pregnant.”
I suck in a breath when he nips the soft skin at my neck and flicks his tongue over it.
“Lie down for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Let me taste you like I’ve been dying to.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Lukin gently pushes me back against the pillows, his hand pushing up my nightdress until I feel his hot breath on me.
“Lukin.”
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He kisses the inside of my thighs. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.” He kisses my pussyonce and then flicks his tongue over my clit. A moan slips out of my mouth and my fingers sink in his hair.
“Lukin.”
He hums and buries his face against me, sucking, kissing, licking, until I’m a quivering mess on the bed. I’m trying so hard not to scream out my pleasure because we have family around, but it’s so hard to stay sane when stars are bursting behind my eyes.
Lukin holds my legs apart, swirling his tongue around my pussy and clit until I dissolve in a groundbreaking orgasm that leaves my bones feeling like jelly.
He kisses up my legs, my bump, and my lips, his passion evident in how softly and reverently he touches me. He fingers me softly with one hand, while stroking his dick with the other.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I bite my lips shyly and nod, my eyes drifting shut.
He’s so gentle, even when he buries himself inside me and strokes, he stays gentle, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and kissing the bridge of my nose.
“You are so beautiful,” he grunts, his eyes black with pleasure. “And you take me so good, sweetheart, you’re taking me so well. Good girl.”
