Page 62 of Stolen By the Bratva King

He looks at the onesie again, his mouth hanging open. His eyes are red and wet. “This…this is the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me.”

My heart does a leap of relief. “It is?”

David picks me up and spins me around. We’re laughing and kissing, our tears mixing. It’s euphoric, it’s chaotic, it’s pure heaven.

“I’m thrilled, baby. I’m going to be a father!” He exclaims.

“I can’t think of any better man to raise a child with.” I give him a giddy smile as he holds me.

He brushes the tears from my cheeks with his knuckle, a spark of excitement making his face glow.

“I hope our baby has your gray eyes,” I tell him.

He crashes his lips into mine again. There I go again, dizzy with desire at his touch. I’m ready to surrender my body to him.

“I hope she is as beautiful and smart as you,” he says.

“She?” I arch an eyebrow. “You’re already making guesses?”

“Why not? I can spoil her, just like her queen mother.” His laughter is music to my ears. This is the best reaction to a pregnancy I could ever hope for.

I press my forehead to his. He’s gazing at me as if he’s torn between wanting to make gentle love to me or bend me over and break me in half. I crave both.

“I know it’s been hard for you to restrain yourself.” I stroke his cheek. “Thank you.”

“It was worth it for this,” he says. “Besides. I can have you forever, now.”

“As much as you like, baby,” I promise him.

“Us together, no matter what. Nothing can come between us,” he adds.

“If we could make it through the hell of the past month, we can do anything,” I note.

“I had a lot of time to think in jail about what I wanted, what matters most to me. It’s not a coincidence that you were the focus of everything that went through my brain during that time,” He sets me down on the bed and kneels before me. He strokes my thighs with the tips of his fingers, making me melty with desire.

My hands travel through his hair. It’s a surreal moment. We’re basking in each other’s presence, staring deep into each other’s eyes. There’s a rushing sensation through my ears, traveling across my body.

“Your face was the first thing I saw every morning in my mind. And the last image I saw before I fell asleep every night,” I tell him.

He straightens so we’re eye level. His face hovers next to mine. His eyes burn into me, like he’s engraving a part of himself intomy soul. His lips are so close to mine that they start to sizzle with anticipation.

A surge of adrenaline claims me as David collides his mouth into me, his greedy hands wandering up my thighs.

This is the way it’s supposed to be. Human connection was what was missing the whole time, and now I’m finding it in the heat of David’s touch.

Now there is life inside me, a work of art that David and I created together. I know with every beat of my heart, with the tangle of our limbs, with the rush of breath and fingertips grazing skin, it’s just the first of many beautiful creations he and I will experience together.

I took a leap of faith and followed my heart, and I’m getting rewarded for it in every kiss and caress he gives me.

Me and David. It’s us against the world.

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Hazel

David’s teeth skim down my shoulder. He sinks his teeth into my bra strap and pulls it down, growling, his eyes untamed.

A torrent of pleasure drizzles down my spine as he grabs my hips, his hands cuffing under my panties. I lift my bottom off the mattress as he tugs my thong down with an eager shove. He flings them off, and my bra is next to go.

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