Page 48 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

That alone was enough to make me tremble in his grasp, pinned against him and not wanting to ever leave his hold.

“I’m already worked up about it now…but once you’re showing, Christ…” Damien uttered with barely restrained need all the while he gradually moved faster, tearing more desperate moans from me. His lips brushed against my neck all the while he spoke. “I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

My brain nearly short-circuited as he held me firmly against him and moved his hips faster. Despite his depth and the neediness coming out in his movements, he was still gentle somehow, pumping me full of pleasure so overwhelming that my whole body seemed to tighten around it.

A rough, borderline impatient groan left him at how I clenched around him, panting and whimpering for more, and without another word, Damien moved faster.

His grip on me tightened, holding me in place through every addictive thrust. Grunting faintly, he latched his lips to my neck and sucked against the skin greedily.

The onslaught of pleasure forced my eyes to remain shut as I tipped my head back and rasped out my moans, unable to stop my hips from searching for more. The shift from his languid movements to deep, faster thrusts made me feel like I was being hit by raw bliss.

With that desperation ebbing and flowing between us, we both moved eagerly, reaching for every drop of bliss and flicker of friction.

“Fuck…you make this so hard for me…” Damien murmured, dropping a hand between my legs to trace messycircles against my clit while he continued to thrust into me. “I can’t last much longer with you feeling like that around me.”

His words combined with the near-blinding attention he gave me, were enough to send a shudder through my body at the same time the coil within me tightened to the point of snapping, and I clenched around him again.

At Damien’s groan, I cried out, moaning and gasping for breath the moment I came undone for him. Like my mind shut off, I could only feel that explosion-like feeling of bliss as it scattered within me and I reached a place of complete ecstasy.

A moment later, Damien grunted and lightly bit down on my shoulder as his hips bucked against me before pausing against me. His grip on my thighs tightened with his release, breath catching before letting it go and lazily pumping inside me.

Dazed and still filled with lingering shocks of bliss, I panted within his grasp and turned my head to face him.

Just as worn out, Damien’s lips were an inch away as he rested his cheek against mine to catch his breath. He swallowed hard, mirroring my haziness while he lightly caressed my stomach.

“I can’t get enough of you…and I never will.”

His words reverberated in my mind and made my skin tingle. Then, he pressed his lips against mine and hummed, letting me feel just how invested he was.

Without needing to hear it again, I knew he was right.

Neither of us would ever be able to get enough.

Chapter 21 - Damien

I wasn’t one to consider the state of things too deeply, but I couldn’t ignore how suspiciously well things had been going ever since Sky told me about the pregnancy.

About two weeks had gone by since then, and in that time, we were able to get her completely moved into my place, and for the first time, the house didn’t feel quite so lonely. On top of that, I took Sky to her first appointment, and after everything was confirmed and looked good, we got a bit ahead of ourselves and picked up a few things for the nursery.

Surprisingly, being an expecting father suited me quite well.

Before, I never cared about love or wanted anything to do with it. Given how we were raised and the kind of horrors my brothers and I saw from such a young age, I didn’t experience much of it.

After Mom and Dad were caught neglecting us and the family was split up for a time before Alex was able to gain guardianship of everyone, I only had Daniil to lean on. Then, when we were brought together again, it was only us brothers.

We did what we could to comfort one another and look after each other, but it wasn’t the same as feeling warmth from a parent. I lacked that security for so long that I only ever turned to my brothers, or random strangers that only ever offered a shallow, surface-level satisfaction.

Not being able to trust my parents to look after me or provide us with the love and affection we all needed left a scar I didn’t know how to heal, which made it nearly impossible for me to be completely open with anyone.

Most days, it felt easier to just close myself off and do everything I could to protect myself and my emotions. But something about Sky made my guard drop.

I didn’t think I’d ever have the capacity to care for someone as I cared for her, and I always wondered if I’d have it in me to become a father…to know how to love a child as a dad should.

Alex was both a brother and father figure to me and while he did his best, he was the only example I had.

But with some reassurance from Sky, and after allowing myself the opportunity to soak in the anticipation of having a child of my own, I was beginning to feel better about it all.

Having Sky in our shared space helped me feel more at ease about everything. I could keep an eye on her and make sure she was alright, while also being able to keep her safe.

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