Page 169 of The Lazarov Bratva

I know one thing for certain.

My love and loyalty lie with this man. My father? I won’t shed a tear for him. He’s a danger to me and my baby.

I don’t know how to fight, and given my sheltered life, I don’t know much about life, but I know for certain that I will do everything I can to make sure my child is safe.

So will Kristof.

I turn slowly in his arms, and while he doesn’t wake, his grip tightens a fraction, sending a thrill of warmth shooting through my spine. His chest is a warm, solid plane of muscle, and yet, despite being pressed right against him, it’s not enough.

I want to be closer. I need to connect to him.

It doesn’t take much to coax Kristof onto his back. I’d never seen him cry before, and the act of breaking down those walls had clearly exhausted him, so he continues to sleep despite my shuffling.

Once he’s on his back, my lips find his jaw, and using that and his shoulder as an anchor, I slide easily onto his lap.

Warmth surrounds me from the duvet and his torso, and still, his arms remain locked around me, keeping me close.

It helps me keep my balance as I shuffle down his body until the solid, warm ridge of his half-hard cock settles comfortably against my pussy.

I want him inside me. I want us connected together as one. It’s the only thought that consumes me.

Bracing against his chest with one hand, my other snakes down between our bodies until his cock is in my hand. At half mast, he’s still impressive, and my core clenches with eagerness.

I need him.

Fuck.

It takes some careful lifting of my hips and angling of his cock, but eventually, the soft head of his length presses against my entrance and then I relax.

Gravity takes care of the rest. Both of my hands return to his chest, and my fingers flex against his pecks while my hips slowly lower down onto his cock. He fills me as perfectly as he does every other night, and I bite down on my lower lip, muffling the soft moan that rises in my throat.

Down and down I rock until I’m fully seated against his pelvis with his cock buried deeply inside me. Only then do I lie flat, back down against his chest, and place my ear over his heart. Steady thumps rise to meet me, and I close my eyes.

Content.

Having Kristof inside me, though, even as a comfort, takes a different direction, however, when he stirs slightly and a soft huff escapes him. The slight movement causes his cock to twitch inside me, and warmth immediately pools south.

Maybe I could just…

I don’t finish the thought as my body begins to move of its own accord. My hips roll slowly, forward at first in a lazy grind and then back to complete the roll. There’s minimal movement, so I don’t lift off his cock, but my pussy clenches around his thickness with each roll, and gradually, his cock fully hardens inside me.

Turning my face into his chest, my lips rest over where his heartbeat gently vibrates his chest, and on the next roll of my hips, it’s a lot harder to mute my growing sound of pleasure.

We’re connected as one, and it’s momentarily chased away the pain in my chest and the heaviness in my heart.

My hips continue to lazily roll back and forth, and warmth builds between us as the pleasure coils in my core tighten. Kissing his chest, I lift my head to seek out his jaw once more—but I freeze as a pair of eyes twinkle at me through the dark.

“Alena?” Kristof’s voice is soft, lilting, with a note of confusion.

Leaning up, I gently kiss his lips, and a gushing sound rolls in my throat. His arms around my waist tighten further, and with each blink, he grows more and more aware.

The haze of sleep leaves, replaced with a note of realization, and a small flicker of movement pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s just me,” I murmur, kissing his lips softly once more. “I couldn’t help… I just wanted to be close to you.”

It doesn’t cross my mind that he’ll ask me to stop. I know what he wants, and just as a flicker of doubt begins to light in my mind, Kristof’s hands move to my hips and grip.

Sitting up fully, the blanket falls away from my shoulders, giving me more freedom. My slow rolling hips then pick up in pace, and I place both hands on his muscular abdomen for balance as I slowly, sensually fuck myself on his cock.

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