Page 80 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

I throw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. His heartbeat echoes in my ear, steady and strong. In this moment, surrounded by the physical manifestation of his love and support, I've never felt more cherished, more understood.

And suddenly, I feel guilty. I wonder if he knows how much he meansto me. I pull back, look up, and bring my hands to his cheeks, forcing him to focus on my eyes.

“Abram,” I whisper. “I fear this is too much. Your birthday is coming up, too, and I have nothing that could compare to this.”

Abram's arms encircle me, his warmth enveloping me like a cocoon. "Being with you, Zara," he murmurs into my hair, "that's the greatest gift I could ever ask for." His voice is low, husky with emotion.

I look up into his steel-grey eyes. They're soft now, filled with an adoration that makes my breath catch. "But still," I whisper, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “What can I do to show you how much I love you?”

"You're a part of me now," Abram says, his hand sliding to the small of my back. "You’re soon to be the mother of my child. There’s nothing you could ever offer to compare to the honor you’ve already bestowed upon me by agreeing to be my wife."

His words wash over me, bringing a gentle smile to my face. “Apart frombeingyour wife,” I crack a little joke.

He chuckles, the crinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced. He looks so very handsome. I rise on my tiptoes, drawn to him like a magnet. Our lips meet, soft at first, a gentle exploration. But then something shifts, ignites.

I’ve been deprived of him for four whole months. During the entirety of my bed rest, he refused to touch me beyond holding my hand. Suddenly, I feel a thirst I wasn’t even aware I had, desperate to be quenched.

“Oh, baby,” I moan into his mouth, my teeth grazing his lips.

Abram's grip tightens, pulling me flush against him. I gasp, feeling the hard planes of his body pressed to my swollen belly. The kiss deepens, becoming hungry, desperate. My fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting, claiming.

Heat blooms low in my belly, a molten pool of desire. I arch into him, craving more, always more. "Abram," I breathe against his lips, my voice trembling with need.

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, both of us panting. "Tell me what you want, my love," he growls, his eyes dark with passion.

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "You," I whisper. "Always you."

His lips crash into mine again, igniting every nerve ending in my body. Abram's hands roam my curves, reverent yet possessive, as he guides me backward toward a single chair. He sits on it and gazes up at me reverently. Slowly, his hands find the hem of my dress, and he gently pulls it up, his fingers grazing the soft skin of my thighs.

I shiver at his touch, the room around us fading away as we become lost in each other. Every brush of his fingertips against my skin sends a jolt of electricity through me, setting me on fire.

He clutches at my waist and brings me down to straddle him from the top, with my legs on either side of the chair. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his cock bulge through his pants, hitting against my panties.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, trailing a finger from my chin down to my cleavage. And then, I hear arrrriiiip. He’s torn the fabric away, revealing my bra.

I lean forward, biting into his shoulder a little, needing to feel his skin against mine. "Please," I whimper, my body aching for his touch.

Abram's fingers trail along the outline of my breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Patience, my love," he says, his voice husky with want.

Gently, he reaches down and pushes his hand under my pussy, above his cock. He parts away elastic, and I feel his cool fingers along the length of me.

Slowly, he caresses me, sliding up the length until he parts my folds with his fingers.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing through the damp folds. "Needing me so much," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," I moan, my hips swaying in time with his caresses. His fingers glide along my slit, stroking me until I'm on edge, desperate for more.

And then, he slides one in. I writhe beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure. I part my feet wider, giving him more space. Hegrins, and I feel another finger in me. I moan, throwing back my head, riding his hand in gentle, slow waves.

And then, he does that thing I love, where he takes his thumb to my clit, massaging it in circles, while his fingers tap the walls right beneath. A pressure point forms of pure pleasure, unfathomable thrill, a dam threatening to burst open.

“Fuck,” I mewl, biting my lower lip. I hold around his neck tighter and bury my face in his shoulder, my entire body jerking from the impending orgasm threatening to blow over.

"Cum for me, my love," he growls, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Let me feel it."

As his fingers continue their merciless dance, I start to feel the walls of my core clenching and unclenching around him in a primal rhythm.

"Abram…" I barely whisper, every word punctuated by his masterful caresses.

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