Page 88 of Beautiful Agony

"Should we be doing this here?" I murmur against her lips, even as my body responds to her touch. The sunlit nursery seems too pure for what I want to do to her right now.

"Why? Are you embarrassed?" she teases, nipping at my lower lip. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks up at me. "Daddy?"

The word sends a jolt of electricity through my body. My cock hardens instantly at the implications, at the way she says it—half innocent, and half wicked temptress. My hand on her hip tightens possessively.

I guide Lacey backward until she's pressed against the wall beside the windows, sunlight streaming across her face. My hand traces the curve of her hip as I look down at her with hungry eyes.

"Say it again," I growl softly.

Her lips curve into a teasing smile. "Don't you want to properly christen our baby's room?" she purrs. "Daddy?"

My hand slides lower, finding the inviting warmth between her thighs through her clothes. She gasps, head falling back against the wall as I stroke her.

"You're playing a dangerous game,zvyozdochka," I warn, though I can't resist pressing closer, trapping her between my body and the wall.

"I think we both know that I like these games," she whispers, her breath hitching as my fingers continue their exploration.

When my finger enters her, she lets out a soft gasp that goes straight to my cock. Her eyes flutter closed, head falling back against the wall as I explore her warmth.

"More," she pleads softly. "Please, Daddy."

That word again. It awakens something primal in me, this mixture of pure and profane. Only my Lacey can do this—be both the innocent mother of my child and the temptress who knows exactly how to ignite my darkest desires.

"Look at me," I command gently. When her eyes meet mine, I see that perfect duality reflected there.

Trust and mischief, submission and power.

She knows exactly what she does to me.

My finger curls inside her and she whimpers, her hands clutching at my shoulders. Here in this sunlit room, she offers herself to me completely. No walls, no pretense. Just Lacey, my wife, my love, baring not just her body but her soul.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, adding a second finger. Her breath hitches beautifully.

"Yes," she moans. "God, yes."

I've killed men with these hands. Ended lives, destroyed futures. But with Lacey, they bring only pleasure. She sees past the monster to the man beneath—the man I never thought I could be until she came into my life.

Her hips rock against my hand as soft pants escape her parted lips. My beautiful wife, carrying our child, trusting me completely with her pleasure. The sunlight catches in her hair like a halo, even as she begs me for more in that deliciously wicked voice.

No one else has ever reached this deeply into my soul. No one else has ever made me feel both powerful and powerless at once. Only her.

I capture her mouth again in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as my fingers continue their rhythmic motion. Her body trembles against mine, her hands clutching desperately at my shoulders.

Her breath comes in short pants when my fingers find the spot that makes her gasp. My palm presses against her pulsing clit. Her muscles tighten around my fingers.

"Vadim…" Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt as I kiss her deeply again, drinking in her desperate sounds.

Then, she finally shatters. My hand holds her steady as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally stills, I withdraw my hand and press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes flutter open, dark with desire despite her recent release.

"My turn, Daddy," she purrs, reaching for my belt, as she lowers herself to her knees.

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