“Never.”
I drag him on top of me, legs wrapped around his waist. He’s solid, heavy, and that’s what I want—need—right now. A cage made of him. All the safety and threat knotted into the line of his shoulders.
His hands are everywhere. My thigh, my breast, the line of my jaw. He strokes my belly, reverent, like I’m all gold and glass. It makes my skin hum.
“Careful,” he says, thumb smoothing over my stomach as if he could shield the baby from what we’re about to do. I want to laugh, but my throat’s dry.
“I’m pregnant, not breakable,” I say, and guide his hand between us, showing him exactly what I mean—how ready I already am for him.
His breath catches. That quiet, controlled sound that always gives him away.
“You’re beautiful,malyshka,” he murmurs, voice roughened by it.
I let go of his hand, then ease my legs down from around his waist just long enough to shift beneath him. He watches every move, eyes dark, worshipping. When I wrap my legs around him again, it’s slower this time—an invitation and a challenge both.
He presses forward, bracing his weight on his forearms, caging me in without crushing me.
“Slow,” he breathes against my lips. “I want to remember this.”
I want to laugh, but his mouth steals the sound, devouring mine until nothing else exists. I feel the firm press of his chest, the heat of his skin, the sharp ridge of his hipbones digging into my thighs. He releases my wrists; his hands glide over me—across my shoulders, over my breasts, along my stomach and hips—like he’s memorizing every curve.
Impatient, I guide him lower. His tongue trails a slow line down my body until his warm breath blooms between my legs. He meets my eyes, dark with need.
“Tell me what you need.”
My breath catches. “Make me come,” I whisper, as if that’s all that matters.
He obliges with his mouth first, each movement slow, deliberate, a delicious tease. I writhe, clutching the sheets as pleasure coils tighter. At the brink, he shifts to fingers—two slipping inside me while his thumb circles my clit. My back arches, every nerve alight, and he watches, unwavering, drinking in my every gasp and tremor.
He moves slowly, fingers dragging in and out, coating themselves in my wetness, the slick sounds filling the room. I’m soaking, thighs trembling, but he’s careful—always careful—angling his hand away from my belly, protecting the tiny life there even as he wrecks me.
“More,” I beg, hips bucking.
He adds a third finger, stretching me gently, pumping faster now but still measured, thumb pressing harder on my clit in tight, relentless circles. The heat builds, coiling low and fierce. I’m dripping onto his hand, the wet slide obscene and perfect, my body clenching around him as he crooks his fingers deeper, finding that place that makes my brain short-circuit.
“Anton! Fuck!”
He stills, his breath warm against my skin. “Language,” he murmurs.
I blink, half-dazed. “What?”
His mouth twitches, the faintest hint of a smile. “No swearing in front of the baby.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “The baby can’t hear us.”
“Still,” he says, voice a low rumble. “We start good habits early.”
It’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. And somehow it makes my chest ache. Because he means it. He’s serious in the way only Anton can be—commanding one second, gentle the next.
I reach to him and brush my fingers along his jaw. “You’re already planning bedtime rules, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he admits, his fingers—still buried inside me from before—resuming their slow, punishing rhythm, curling deep and deliberate, making my breath hitch. “Maybe I’m planning how to keep you in line. Be a good girl from now on,malyshka.”
His voice drops low, that commanding edge sharpening as he thrusts his fingers lazily, gathering more of my slick heat, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Punishing? It’s a tease wrapped in control, each stroke building pressure without mercy, his thumb grazing my clit just enough to torment.
I arch into him, defiance sparking in my chest.
“I’ve always been a… good… girl,” I whisper, voice breaking on a moan as he adds pressure, fingers pumping steadier, stretching me with care. “But now… I’d like to be a little… badass. Push your limits. See how far I can… take you.”
