I push inside slowly, watching her face, feeling her body stretch and adjust around me. She’s so wet, so ready, her cunt gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.
When I’m fully seated, I pause. Press my forehead to hers.
“I love you,” I say again. “Every stubborn, infuriating, perfect part of you.”
Her breath hitches. “Aleksandr—”
I start moving. All I feel is her body beneath mine, surrounding mine, choosing mine.
“Feel that?” I murmur against her mouth. “Feel how perfectly we fit?”
“Yes!” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “God, yes.”
I angle my hips, finding that spot inside her that makes her gasp. Maintain the rhythm, steady and relentless, while my hand slides between us to circle her clit.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I tell her. “Taking me. Choosing me. Falling apart for me.”
“Don’t stop—” Her voice breaks. “Faster, please.”
I drive deeper, feel her walls flutter around me. “I’m never stopping. Never letting you go.”
She comes with a broken cry, her cunt pulsing around my cock so hard I nearly lose control. I hold still, buried deep, letting her ride it out.
When she finally stills, trembling and gasping, I start moving again. Slower now, drawing it out, making her feel every thrust while she’s still sensitive.
“My God.” She tries to push at my chest.
I capture her hands, pin them gently above her head. “You chose this. Chose me. Now take everything I have to give.”
I set a rhythm that’s deep and possessive, watching her face as sensation builds again despite her protests. Her eyes go wide, mouth falling open, body arching beneath me.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Let me see you fall apart again. Let me feel it.”
She shatters a second time with my name on her lips. The pulsing of her cunt drags me over with her. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come hard, filling her, marking her.
We collapse together, breathing hard. I roll carefully so she’s draped across my chest, my hand settling protectively over her belly.
“I love you,” I whisper into her hair.
She doesn’t say it back, but her hand covers mine on her stomach, fingers interlacing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Elena
The shipment issue happens by accident.
I’m in Aleksandr’s office at the Moscow estate, curled in the chair by the window with a book I’m pretending to read. Really, I’m just enjoying the rare quiet, the way afternoon light filters through the glass, the subtle comfort of being near him while he works.
Twelve weeks pregnant now. The nausea has mostly passed, replaced by an energy I haven’t felt in months. My body is changing; the swell of my belly is unmistakable now, impossible to hide under loose clothing.
Viktor enters without knocking, tension radiating off him. “We have a problem.”
Aleksandr looks up from his laptop. “Explain.”
“The Prague shipment. Customs flagged the containers. They’re claiming documentation discrepancies.”
“What kind of discrepancies?”
“Invoice amounts don’t match manifests. Routing codes are inconsistent. They’re threatening to seize everything pending investigation.” Viktor sets down a tablet with the problematic documents. “If we lose this shipment…”
