Page 40 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

I nodded solemnly.

Maya introduced me to the rest of her family, who smiled and nodded politely. One by one, her relatives spoke in turn. I found most of them pleasant enough.

Among the sea of unknown faces and a string of introductions, I noticed Jenna, Maya’s best friend. She forced smile, one I could read as unnatural in this sea of happiness. However, her presence was an integral part of our story. She was inseparable from Maya’s past and, undoubtedly, still part of her future.

I’d told Maya about my brothers, Feliks and Roman, and she was delighted to meet them.

“Feliks, Roman,” I said, smiling at my brothers, “meet Maya. Maya, these are Feliks and Roman Sharov.”

Feliks, bowed his head, his eyes twinkling with interest. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Roman followed suit with grace. He nodded curtly. “Yes, it has had been a while since we longed to see you again.”

“I wonder what Dominik has said about me.” Maya turned to stare at me, one eyebrow raised.

I grinned.

Part of the highlight of my day was, undeniably, the arrival of my littlest cousin. When she ran up to me, I hoisted her into the air and onto my shoulder.

There was a look of pure happiness on Maya’s face when I introduced my little cousin to her. I found myself entranced by this previously-unseen side of my new bride, one that softly illuminated the future outline of our family, making it more vivid than ever before.

With my cousin’s permission, I took her to Maya, who embraced her. No doubt, Maya would be magnificent with children.

She held my cousin tightly, kissing the top of her blonde head with delight. My own heart swelled with joy. Maya really did deserve this happiness; she deserved every bit of happiness in the world.

The evening ended happily and smoothly. It was an emotional night, full of love and warmth that filled the open space.

These weren’t emotions that I was used to feeling or being surrounded by; not butterfly, fairy-like feelings like these. But I allowed them because Maya inspired them, and so they deserved to range free.

After we retired, Maya entered the bathroom in my room, and it would be the first time she had ever come into my room. She took off her wedding gown, not knowing I was watching her from behind a partly-opened door. Fully revealed, she approached a large, warm bathtub, then stepped into it.

She jumped a little when the door swung open, and I walked in, my chest bare.

I looked at Maya to see her partly submerge herself in the bubbled tub. Taking off my pants, I too moved to enter the bathtub.

I gestured for Maya to adjust, and as she did, I slipped in behind her.

Seeing the pink on her cheeks, I chuckled. “We have already seen each other naked, little mouse. Why are you still so flustered?”

Maya didn’t respond; instead, her blush deepened, and she looked away with a slight smirk and a small giggle.

I leaned forward, whispering, “You’re making me hard, Maya. I’d love to explore your body. I’d like to make you tremble and moan, right here, right now. I want to fuck you, my wife.”

Maya shivered as I whispered in her ear, letting out a small gasp when I used her newest title: ‘wife’. I placed a kiss at the base of her neck, and she leaned back, giving me further access. I set my hands to explore in this soapy, bubbly bliss. Moving toward her breasts, I began to knead, teasing with my fingertips until she groaned, a sound that sent sparks shooting through me.

“Is that how you want me to treat your sensitive skin?” My voice sounded almost seductive to my ears. “Doesn’t that feel good, to have me touching you so intimately?”

I heard her moan again as I kissed along her neck, the sound an answer on its own. She fucking loved it.

While caressing Maya’s full breasts, I could feel my erection swelling and hardening even more at the thought. With Maya completely engrossed in my touch and words, the only thing my hand could do was to rub and tease, while my lips kissed and whispered sweet nothings to her. And that was exactly what I was going to do.

“Your skin feels so soft,” I murmured.

Maya sighed. “Yes, okay.” Her answer was mindlessly desperate. “There’s something else, and I need you, Dominik. I need you to help me release it.” Her words dripped with desire and lust.

“What does that mean, wife?”

“It means,” she gasped. “I need you. I need your tongue fucking me.”

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