Page 63 of Perfect Stalker

Jenny looks at me quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

I gesture to the glass in her hand. “The drink I gave you is tonic water with a splash of lime juice. I had a suspicion you might be pregnant, so I didn’t want to risk giving you alcohol.”

Jenny’s eyes widen in surprise. “You knew?”

I shrug, a sheepish smile on my face. “I suspected. You haven’t had a period since you moved in, and we certainly haven’t been all that careful. I didn’t want to say anything until you were ready.”

She shakes her head, laughing softly. “That’s pretty perceptive and surprisingly sensitive from you,” she says with a wink to ease the sting.

I pull her close again, reveling in the warmth of her body against mine. The violence and danger of our world fades away for a second. All that matters is Jenny, our unborn child, and the future we’ll build together.

Our lips meet in a fervent kiss, and I pour all my love and hope into the connection. I stroke her body, memorizing every curve and every dip. Jenny responds with equal passion, tangling her fingers in my hair. I groan, deepening the kiss.

Her scent surrounds me, intoxicating me. I could drown in it and die happy. She smells like home, like safety and comfort, but she also smells like desire, and it drives me wild.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck. Her pulse flutters beneath my tongue, and I can’t resist biting down gently. She gasps, arching against me while I suck on her delicate skin. She tastes sweet and addictive, and I want more.

She clutches my hair, holding me against her until I gently ease away. “I want to see you, touch you, and taste you.” I want everything with her, and tonight is the start of that. A new benchmark in our lives.

She shivers, eyes darkening with desire. “Then take me.”

I growl, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss while I reach behind her to undo the zip on her lovely velvet Christmas dress. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to go to the party you worked so hard to set up,” I say, pulling back before nibbling on her neck as the red velvet pools at her waist. The white fur trim brushes my hand, and I use it to tease an exposed nipple, since she wasn’t wearing a bra with it.

“It’s okay,” she says, squirming under my touch. “I’d rather spend this time with you now that our enemies are dead.”

“You’re so brave,” I murmur, cupping her breast and squeezing gently. “So beautiful.”

She moans, pressing herself against me. “Please, Ivan, I need you.”

I grin, sliding the dress down her hips and tossing it aside. She’s left in only a pair of red lace panties and matching garter with nude stockings. I run my hands over her smooth skin, admiring her curves. “You’re perfect,dorogaya.”

She blushes, looking away shyly. “Ivan...”

I cup her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I mean it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Jenny smiles, reaching up to caress my cheek. “And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met.”

We share another kiss, this one slower and sweeter while I ease her back onto the sofa. There’s no chance we’re making it to the bedroom right now when we’re both in this state—high on adrenaline and desire.

I strip off my jacket and shirt, tossing them aside. Jenny watches me hungrily, licking her lips. “Your body is amazing. I couldlook at you all day and never get tired of it.” She frowns at the bandage around my ribs though.

I chuckle, flexing my muscles for her. “Like what you see,dorogaya?”

“Very much, though I don’t like that you’re injured. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

I thrust my pelvis suggestively. “Very sure and very up.”

She shakes her head but laughs. “You’re still wearing too many clothes though.” She licks her lips again when I kick off my dress shoes. “Keep going.”

I oblige, removing my socks and pants. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, and she reaches out to touch it through the fabric. I groan, thrusting into her hand. “That feels so good.”

She smirks, stroking me teasingly. “I bet it would feel even better if these were gone.”

I growl, tearing off my underwear. My cock springs free, standing proudly erect. She stares at it, transfixed, and reaches for me again, but I push her back onto the cushion. “I want to taste you first.”

She whimpers as I spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. I inhale deeply, savoring her scent. Then I dive in, licking and sucking her clit. Jenny cries out, bucking against me while I grip her hips, holding her in place so I can devour her.

The taste of her arousal is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I could eat her out forever, but she needs more. Sounds of pleasure spill from her lips as I work her toward climax. When she comes, screaming my name, I lap up every drop of her juices.

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