Page 70 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

She looked at me in silence as if contemplating her response.

“Lorena, you can talk to me,” I said, my voice smooth and reassuring.

She drew a deep breath and began, “It's just…. It's just that….” She paused, then added almost immediately, the words bursting out of her in a rush, “These days, I feel like a balloon, Alexei.”

My brows arched in disbelief, unable to comprehend the fact that this was the reason for her despair. I curled my lips into a hilarious grin, eyes never leaving her face. “A balloon?”

“Yes,” she blurted out, her expression softening. “And stop smiling. It's not funny.” Her hand teasingly slapped against my chest, her lips pressing into a fine line in an attempt to suppress her own smile.

I chuckled, relieved that her concern was nothing serious. “I'm sorry, but it is—it’s funny that you'd think that.”

“But it's true,” she said, her gaze boring into mine as if searching for answers.

“No, it's not,” I objected, taking her hand without breaking eye contact. “You're not a balloon, Lorena. You're a beautiful, bouncing bundle of joy.”

Her cheeks flushed at my remark, lips parting into a smile and eyes crinkling at the corners.

My gaze dropped to her belly, my palm gently rubbing over it. “I love your new curve.” I glanced at her face, savoring her grin for a moment. “It’s my favorite thing to hold.” I reached down and planted a kiss on it.

“So, you don't find me…unattractive?” she questioned, her tone laced with anticipation, her eyes locked on mine.

I shook my head, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “No, I don't.” My hand caressed her arm, feeling her soft, smooth skin against mine. “In fact, every change in your body makes me adore you even more.”

Her tense shoulders eased, a soft sigh escaping her lips as a warm flush spread across her chubby cheeks. “You really mean that?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with delight.

I held her gaze, my tone dripping with sincerity. “Cross my heart,” I reassured, my fingers tracing gentle circles on her arm.

Her face shone brighter, eyes sparkling like a thousand sapphires, shining with vulnerability and hope. She leaned in, her face tilting upwards as if inviting intimacy.

I mirrored her position, her breath warm against my skin as our foreheads rested on each other's. “There's nothing wrong with your body, Lorena,” I whispered for more clarity. “Your swollen belly is a testament to our love growing inside you. It doesn't make you any less of who you are.”

Her lips curved into a beautiful smile. “This means a lot.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I don't know what you've done to the man I married, but…I like this version.” She giggled.

“Like?” I teased, arching my brows.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice switching from playful to solemn. “I meant to say that Ilovethe man you've become.”

I initiated a kiss, my lips claiming hers with a slow, desire-fueled move. She shut her eyes, drawing in a deep breath as she kissed me back, our heads tilting sideways to the rhythm of the passion flowing through us.

She slipped her tongue in my mouth, and with mine in hers, the intensity began to slowly build.

Amazing how my heart still pounded in my chest when being intimate with her, even after all this time.

As the passion grew, Lorena devoured my lips as I did hers, tongues dancing in our mouths.

Her hands roamed my back while my palms clasped around her neck, my body feeling the sensation jolting through me. Her scent invaded my senses, the taste of her lip gloss lingering on my tongue.

My hands slid down her neck, palms fondling the gentle swell of her breast. I pinched her nipples, fingertips grazing over the fabric of her dress.

She broke the kiss and stared at me, her face etched with longing and her chest heaving slowly with heavy breaths. Lorena's hands undid the buttons of my shirt while my fingers caressed her thigh. Her legs parted, allowing me access to travel further.

I slid my hand up her leg and settled on her underpants, watching her body tremble at my touch. She undid the last button and helped shed my shirt, revealing my rigid frame.

Her eyes darted across my body, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. “I can never get used to your masculinity,” she whispered, her body jerking at my finger rubbing over her panties. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned softly. “Oh, yes,” she purred, her manicured hands traversing my torso.

“You're so wet,” I said, my voice low and husky as I stared at her face, contorted in pleasure. I loved the feeling of her slippery entrance accepting my middle finger, wrapping it with her warmth.

“I got wet thinking about you,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, her tone dripping with pleasure. “You make me so wet, Alexei,” she confessed, her hand gliding down to my waist. “And I can't seem to get enough of you.” Her hand traced the print of my length, her smile broadening. “You're so hard…just the way I like it.” The slight pause came when she shot a quick look down at it.

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