Page 159 of Sinful Blaze

With that, I scoop her up in my arms. She screams and a foot flies out to send the tray of unbaked pierogies clattering to the ground, but I don’t give a shit.

Fuck the pirog. I’ll order pizza later.

Food isn’t what I’m hungry for, anyway.

“You, Daphne, are everything I have ever wanted. Everything I never knew I needed.”

I pause here and there along the way to taste Daphne’s sweet mouth. She lets me sweep my tongue past her lips and claim her again and again.

“Pasha…”

“Hush.” I slowly trail more kisses along her jaw to her ear. “Be my good girl. Let me show you everything I love about you.”

When we reach the bedroom, peeling off her leggings takes no time at all. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, too, and nip her soft skin when I see how wet she already is for me.

It’s so tempting to stay down here, to taste her pussy and make her cling to my head to stop from levitating off the bed.

But I have other plans.

When I stand back up, I turn her around so her back faces me and we’re both facing the long dressing mirror by the bed.

“Don’t look away,” I whisper in her ear.

Daphne blushes and moves to cover herself, but I capture her wrists and pin her arms to her sides.

I slowly—so, so slowly—pull her sweater up over the top half of her body. My hands palm her baby belly possessively, rubbing and pressing gently enough for her to feel what I’ve been telling her for months.

That she’s mine.

She lifts her arms for me, and I take the sweater off all the way, tossing it to the side. I tug my own shirt off so I can feel her bare skin pressed against mine.

“Do you see what I see?” I rumble as my eyes rake over her reflection.

Her body is a testament to everything we’ve shared together. Everything that we’re going to share together for the rest of our lives.

I move her long hair over one shoulder as I strip off what’s left of my clothes. Then it’s just us, warm and bare in front of the mirror. My hands span her swollen belly greedily, possessively.

“We did this,” I breathe. “Together.”

Again, I rub my hands up to cup her breasts. She whimpers and tries again to shy away from me, but I don’t let her. “Our love, our bodies—all of it is messed up and messy. But my God, Daphne… I want to make such a mess with you.”

I touch between her legs to confirm what I already knew: if she was wet before, she’s dripping now.

She grinds against my fingers and mewls again. I could keep whispering sweet nothings into her ear. I could keep teasing and stroking her body until she’s begging for release.

But in all honesty, my patience flew out the window back at the office.

I needed her then.

I need her right fucking now.

The only warning I give her is in guiding her hands to the sides of the mirror so she has something to grab onto.

Then I’m diving into her.

I vaguely remember wanting to make this moment sweetly passionate. Something slow and soft and full of reassurances that she’s the only woman I’ll ever want or need.

Vaguely.

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