Page 229 of Marrying the Savage

“Sofia.”

“Yes?”

“You are pregnant.”

“I noticed.”

“You are still recovering.”

“I’m also sitting on your cock through too many clothes, so choose which concern matters more right now.”

I grip her hips and stand with her in my arms. She gasps, then laughs once against my mouth, and the sound does more to heal this house than any order I have given since Grigori died. I carry her to the long sofa near the window instead of my room because I don’t want to lose the moment to corridors, guards, or anyone asking for me before I can get her under my hands.

I lay her down carefully, then follow her down.

Her fingers work at my shirt. Mine move under her dress, up her thighs, over the warm bare skin above her stockings. She opens for me without hesitation, and when I find her cunt through the thin fabric of her underwear, she’s already wet enough to make both of us go still.

Her eyes meet mine. No hiding.

I push the fabric aside and stroke her with two fingers, slow at first, watching her face as my thumb finds her clit. Her lips part. Her eyes flutter, then open again because she wants to watch me too. I circle her clit with steady pressure, and her hips lift into my hand, impatient despite the sweetness of the moment.

“You are beautiful,” I say.

She swallows. “Don’t become romantic now. I won’t survive it.”

“I mean it.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

I lower my mouth to her breast through the dress, then tug the neckline down until her tits spill into my hands. Her nipples are already tight, her skin warm, and when I take one into my mouth, her fingers clamp hard around my shoulder.

“Damir.”

I suck her slowly, then harder, using my tongue until her body tightens under me. My hand keeps working between her legs. Her cunt gets wetter against my fingers, her clit swollen under my thumb, and every small sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

This time I don’t rush. This time I want to feel her choose every second.

I move to her other breast and take that nipple into my mouth, sucking until she arches so hard her back leaves the sofa. Her thighs close around my hand, and I press my fingers deeper, curling them inside her while my thumb keeps its rhythm on her clit.

She comes with my name in her mouth. Her orgasm rolls through her in a tight, helpless shudder, her cunt clenching around my fingers, her body pulling inward and then opening under me again. I keep my mouth on her breast until she pushes at my head with a shaky breath.

“Too much.”

I lift my head. “You always say that after you take more.”

She glares at me, but her eyes are wet and soft now. “I changed my mind about the romance. Go back to being impossible.”

“I can do both.”

“Unfortunately.”

I unfasten my trousers, and she reaches between us to help, her hand closing around my cock with enough certainty to make my breath stop. She strokes me once, then again, eyes on mine the whole time, and the sweetness shifts into heat so quickly I almost lose patience.

I move over her, nudging her thighs wider with my knee. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

“I will.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”