Once we are in the bathroom, Ransome turns on the water and strips down the rest of the way, then proceeds to undress me. The second I’m fully naked in front of him, he sucks in a sharp breath.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
“I’m huge.” My reflection in the full body mirror, soon clouded over by the steam, seems to agree with me.
“You’re pregnant,” he corrects me. “With my child.” He pulls me into the shower. “With the future Rozanovpakhan.”
“With the onlypakhan,” I say as the water runs over both of us. Ransome’s eyes ignite at my words, and his hands run from my cheeks to my neck, down to the swell of my belly.
“Yes. The entire legacy of my family right here.” His eyebrows raise in surprise. “What was that? What just happened?” He stares at my belly like I’m about to pop the xenomorph fromAlien.“Is something wrong?”
Oh my God. For the first time ever, Ransome Rozanov is actually panicking.
I barely keep myself from bursting into laughter.
“Nothing is wrong.” I place my hands on his. “The baby is moving.”
“He’s so strong,” Ransome says, dropping to his knees.
“He is.” I smile. “Just like his daddy.”
Ransome’s eyes dart up to mine. The hot water is dancing like rainfall on my back, and the air is thick with swirling steam and the heat of our own breaths.
“Say that again,” he growls, raw with want.
“Just like his daddy.”
“Only the last part.”
“His daddy…?”
“The last word,” he demands.
“…Daddy.”
“Now tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come,” I gasp.
His mouth covers my mound.
He suckles and licks. I whimper at the sensation, hands braced on the tile and glass. Ransome lifts one of my legs up, draping my knee over his shoulder and tugging my hips closer to his mouth.
“Ransome,” I whine as my thighs catch fire.
“Wrong.”
“I meant Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he rumbles.
“Oh, don’t stop?—”
“Not until you come fucking undone.”
His tongue finds my clit and trashes against it.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Fuck, yes…”
