Page 87 of Brutal Bratva King

I pull her chair out for her and then sit down right next to her, our legs pressing against each other beneath the table. I need to be near her. I need to be touching her.

Reaching over the table, I dish up food for both of us, and we eat together, chatting about the day and how the baby's room is going to be decorated. Anya wanted to start a few months ago with putting it together, but she keeps changing her mind about the theme and the designer is getting annoyed. But now she seems to have finally settled on an underwater ocean-themed room.

“You know the design is more for you than the baby in the beginning?” I ask.

“How so?” she tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Because he will be too little to understand any of it. You are the one who is going to be doing late night feedings session, rocking in that comfy chair and staring at the decor.”

She laughs, “This is true. Maybe I need to rethink the design again.”

I crack up laughing. “What have I done?” I tease her.

After dinner, I clear the table and stack the dishes in the kitchen for the housekeeper to deal with in the morning.

Anya comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head on my back. I feel the massive bump of her tummy against me.

“You are wrong, you know,” she sighs softly.

I turn to face her, lifting her chin up with my hand wrapped around her jaw.

I scrunch my face in worry, unsure about what she is referring to. “What do you mean I’m wrong? What am I wrong about, princess?” I ask, wanting to fix whatever is bothering her.

“You said that all I can really do now is grow a tiny human.”

“Um—ok? I don’t follow.”

She lets her hand drift down my chest, lower, brushing her fingers over my cock. My body is instantly fired up at her touch.

“There are definitely other things I can do.” The mischievous grin on her face is the most delightful thing I have seen all day.

Without needing even a second more of encouragement, I scoop her into my arms and carry her upstairs. She laughs all the way, knowing she has me wrapped around her little finger.

In our bedroom, I move slowly, undressing her while she slowly starts undressing me. I am taking my time, savoring every inch of her. Her gorgeous body, the safe haven for our future growing in her belly.

I trace my fingers over her swollen stomach as I drag her top up over her head, tossing it aside and then returning my hands to her soft skin.

“I love how your body is changing. You look more beautiful every day,” I whisper to her. “You are quite literally glowing from within.”

Anya rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly pink.

“I feel like a hippopotamus sometimes,” she sighs, but giggles.

“Well, then you are the sexiest hippo I have ever seen.” I turn her around so that her back is pressed up against my chest. Feeling the heat of her blood, flowing through her and burning into me. Her body against mine is the heaven I desire.

Gently, I run my hands over the front of her body. Cupping my palm against her belly, then up towards her swelling breasts. They are creamy, full and soft. They are getting bigger by the week.

The pulse of desire I feel for her grows more intense by the second.

My skin burns with need and my cock is rock hard and pressing against her ass cheeks.

Being close to her is like igniting a fire inside me. It quickly rages out of control.

I gather her hair in my hands and knot my fingers through it. Lifting it up and away from her delicate shoulders so that I can trace kisses along the curve of her neck.

She moans softly. A sound that makes me wild.

I guide her towards the dressing table and stand her in front of the full-length mirror. My eyes trace over her body, me standing behind her. She looks small next to me.

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