Page 66 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

"Abram," she whispers, reaching for me. "I love you so much."

"And I, you," I say, leaning down to kiss her softly. Our lips brush gently against each other, and I slowly position myself above her.

I slide my hand down between her legs and part them. She smiles slowly, lazily, savoring the moment as I position my cock at her entrance.

She takes her legs and circles them around my back thighs, making it easier for me to enter. I take a strand of her hair and tuck it behind her ear, all the while lost in her eyes. We’re locked in each other’s reflection when I slowly enter her, feeling her wetness envelop me. Her pupils dilate even further, her legs wrapping around my waist tighter as I begin to move inside her.

We both moan softly as I thrust deeper and deeper, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I lift my ass and slide my cock in her like a see-saw, a repetitive motion that becomes almost trance-like.

I watch her mouth part for air, her eyes rolling back. Zara's hands claw at my back, urging me on as I grip one of her upper arms for support, holding her in place beneath me, my other hand gently caressing her cheek.

I take my time, savoring each moment as our bodies move together in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Zara's breath hitches with every thrust, her fingers now tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer.

"Abram," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I love you. I love you so much."

My heart swells at her words. "I know, Sweetheart. I love you both.”

She nods and then groans from pleasure that borders pain. It takes everything in me not to pound into her, to rip her body apart so she can’t walk, remembering that she’s carrying life within her.

I can feel every tremor in her body, every quickening of her pulse.

"You're mine," I growl, my movements becoming more urgent. "Say it, Zara."

She nods, her lips parting with a gasp. "Yours, Abram. Always yours."

The air around us grows thick with desire, charged with electricity. I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter with each passing second. Zara's nails rake down my back, spurring me on.

"Let go, Sweetheart," I urge, feeling my own control slipping. "Come for me."

As if my words were a trigger, Zara cries out, her body arching beneath mine. Her legs tremble, her breasts heave, and her pussy clenches around my cock, urging me on. I feel myself throb, my cock growing as large as it possibly can, every vein on fire before I see stars, and the wind is knocked right out of me before I find my release. And then, I come, my body shaking, pulsating around her, the pleasure so overwhelming. I collapse on top of her, my heart racing.

"Oh God, Abram," she moans, running her fingers through my hair. "That was incredible."

I smile against her neck, feeling her heartbeat.

We collapse onto the plush carpet, our limbs tangled, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. Zara's skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face. I can't help but stare, mesmerized by her beauty.

"You're breathtaking," I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling. "Even when I'm a mess?"

"Especially then," I reply, pulling her closer. "You're perfect, Zara. In every way."

We lay in comfortable silence for a moment, our heartbeats gradually slowing. I trace lazy patterns on her skin, marveling at how soft she feels beneath my calloused fingers.

"I can't believe this is real," Zara whispers, her voice tinged with wonder. "Us, here, to be married. It feels like a dream."

I press a gentle kiss to her temple. "If it is a dream, I never want to wake up."

Chapter 24 - Zara

I hold my hand up to the light, watching the emerald and diamond rings sparkle on my finger. The emerald catches the sunlight, its deep green depths mesmerizing. But then the diamond flashes, four perfect carats demanding attention. I can't decide which I love more.

"You spoil me, Abram," I murmur, though he isn't here to hear it. I offered to return one, but he’s insisting I keep both. It’s far too generous, but when every attempt to return one was refuted, I’ve made peace with having both.

The only problem now is to decide which one to wear. For now, I choose to go with neither. Perhaps with time, I will learn to love one more than the other, but that seems unlikely since both pieces hold such a special place in my heart.

I lock the rings in the safe, and my hand automatically drifts to my still-flat stomach. A secret smile curves my lips. Soon enough, there will be a visible reminder of our love growing there, and the rings would be completely unnecessary. I've never felt so in love, so cherished, so complete.

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