Page 67 of Sinful Bride

Pasha covers my mouth with his hand. “Fuck… Daphne…” His voice is hushed but filled with the same breathtaking pleasure I’m feeling, too.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s everything at once.

He rewards my writhing with a loud smack to my ass. Too loud, maybe, but I’m too far gone to care. I feel him grip me where he spanked in something halfway between a soothing rub and possessive hold.

“You’re mine, Daphne Chekhov. Now and forever.”

His pace grows faster. Harder.

“You gave yourself to me.”

I can only moan my agreement, muffled by his hand on my mouth. When he hunches over me, his hips do this rolling move that works his cock so fucking deep inside me, I swear he’s hitting places I didn’t know I had.

But funnily enough, it’s the kisses on the back of my neck that send me over the edge.

That, and the way he breathes, “That’s it, Daphne. Give it to me. Give me that beautiful womb.”

If that’s a kink, I think he just unlocked it.

Pasha envelops me in his hold as I tremble and spasm and moan into his hand. All the while, he whispers praise and encouragement for taking him so good. For being such a perfect wife. Such a perfect mother.

“You want this with me, don’t you?” His hand presses possessively over my womb. “You want to feel me fill you up with my seed. You want to feel it slide out of you just as much as I want to watch you drip.”

Another spasm rolls through me.

Lord help me, I do.

I really fucking do.

It’s only a few more thrusts before I feel him thicken. He’s close. Panic lances through me once more, but I tell myself to breathe through it.

But to my surprise, he lets out a low growl and pulls out. Warmth splashes on my ass cheeks seconds later.

I feel him lean to the side and hear him grab a few tissues from the box in the exam side table. He’s gentle and thorough when he cleans me up and helps me tug my leggings back into place.

“What truly surprises me, though,” Pasha remarks, “is that, after everything, you think I’d risk your health.”

If I thought the sex was dizzying, keeping up with his roller coaster thought process is even worse. “Huh?” is all I manage to squeak out while my body still thrums with the afterglow of release.

“Daphne. Look at me.” He tips my chin up with a finger so my gaze meets his. He’s dead serious, even as his eyes are filled with a loving warmth. “I am going to fill you with my babies. There’s no way I’m not going to enjoy every inch of your body every damn day. But your health always comes first. Always. So if that means pulling out and painting your skin is what I have to do until you’re ready, so be it.”

I shiver. How is he able to word things in a way that keeps me wanting him? “Birth control would be easier, you know.”

He shrugs, uncaring. “If you think I don’t know that pulling out of you is hard, you’re crazy. I’ll just have to find a way to manage. Practice makes perfect, right?”

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PASHA

“For the last time, Daphne: she’ll be fine,” I say. “You, on the other hand, have been climbing the walls. Go get dressed.”

“I have not!”

“Have, too,” Mak and Sofi retort in unison.

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