Page 63 of Bratva Baby

“I was worried you’d expect me to play some mafia queen role or that you’d dismiss my ambitions.”

I shake my head. “Never. You’re carrying my child. I want you to have a future you feel good about.”

A warm breeze sweeps by, stirring the edges of her hair around her face. She leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. My heart hammers a bit at the closeness.

“I love you,” she says softly, pressing her cheek against my shoulder. “It’s strange how it happened, how we went from mutual resentment to this, but I do.”

I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “I love you too. It’s strange for me, maybe more than it is for you. I never thought I’d find someone I’d… let in. This life is so full of traitors and liars. It’s difficult to trust anyone enough to let them near your heart. But I can’t imagine losing you now.”

A shy smile curves her lips. “I can’t believe I almost didn’t let myself fall for you. But everything that’s happened, I guess it forced us to be honest.”

I nod and kiss the top of her head. “Honest. Yeah.” We linger on that word for a moment, letting it settle. A week ago, I was pounding on doors, thirsting for blood, and now I’m holding this woman close on a quiet beach, promising her a different kind of future.

She tilts her face up, and the expression she wears is open and vulnerable. The tension of the day recedes behind longing and trust. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

I cup her cheek gently. Our lips meet, and a gentle warmth pulses through me. No violence, no worry, just her. The taste of her tears mixes with the tenderness of the moment, and I lose myself in the feel of her mouth.

A sigh escapes her as she curls her free arm around my neck, deepening the kiss. Everything else fades to the back of my mind. All that matters is this moment, on this stretch of sand, under a canopy of stars, with Seraphina safe in my arms.

I hold her there, breathing in her presence, anchoring myself to her. Tomorrow, we’ll strategize again. We’ll rally the men, comb the city for Cecily, and corner Thorne wherever he’shiding. But right now, I let the waves wash away the nightmares, if only for a moment.

She slides her fingers through my hair, gripping the short strands as she hauls herself up. Then her legs are straddling me, and the warmth of her center presses against my groin. Our lips part, and a gasp of pleasure fills the air.

She kisses my neck, nipping my ear. Her body is a warm, inviting weight, and I let my hands roam over her curves, cupping her ass, stroking her thighs. She moans, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. My hunger rises, but this time, it isn’t driven by anger like every other time we’ve been here. It’s pure need.

Her hips grind against me, and I push back, wanting more. I tug at the hem of her shirt, dragging the fabric up so I can caress the bare skin beneath. The moon bathes her in silvery light, and her eyes glow. Her breasts strain against the bra she’s wearing, and her nipples are hard. I cup her chest and squeeze.

She pushes my jacket off, then undoes my tie before tossing it somewhere up on the beach. She’s moving fast, unbuttoning my shirt, tugging the fabric open so her fingers can skim over the lines of muscle and bone. I pull her mouth down to mine, kissing her deeply. She rocks against me, and I can feel the heat of her sex through her jeans and my slacks.

When she unhooks her bra, I break the kiss and move down, capturing her nipple with my teeth and biting gently. She whimpers and grips the back of my head, keeping me close. My tongue swirls around her, and my hand finds her other breast, pinching the stiff peak.

Then her hands are moving to my pants, and I raise my hips so she can tug the garment down. The cool air hits myerection, and I groan, reaching for her waist. She pulls off her own clothes, and now there’s nothing between us.

I lie back, and she leans down, kissing her way along my jaw and down my throat. She pauses to bite the hollow of my neck, and I grip her tighter, loving the way her body presses against me. Her breasts are heavy in my hands, her skin soft and warm. Her breath rushes past my ear, and a shiver rolls through me.

I turn us, flipping her so she’s lying on the sand, and I’m hovering over her. Our mouths come together, and I swallow the little gasps that escape her.

“Grigor,” she murmurs, stroking the hard muscles of my arms and shoulders. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” I growl.

“You.” Her fingers trail over my hip and circle my cock. I grit my teeth, savoring the sensation. Then she guides me closer, lifting her hips. I press my forehead against hers, staring into her eyes as I push inside. She moans, and her eyelashes flutter.

I’m lost in her gaze, in the feel of her. We move together in a steady rhythm, and the world shrinks to a single point—the space where we’re joined. Her legs hook around me, pulling me deeper, and I groan, thrusting hard. Her fingernails rake down my back, and her head tips back, baring her throat. I suck at the tender flesh, and her cry of pleasure fills the air.

Everything is hot and urgent. My muscles burn, but I don’t slow. Her thighs clench, and her back arches, pushing her breasts up. I claim one, taking her nipple into my mouth again, teasing her.

She’s panting now, and her eyes are shut. The sight of her lost in the sensations drives me wild. I fuck her hard, needing toclaim every inch of her, to make her mine, over and over. I want her to never doubt that we belong to each other.

The waves crash harder around us, and she moans, digging her heels into the small of my back. My heart thunders, and my cock throbs. She’s so beautiful, and it feels like heaven being inside her.

“Fuck,” she cries. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”

I don’t plan to. I move faster, driving deep. She’s tightening around me, her body writhing, her voice ragged with bliss. And I’m coming apart, unable to hold back. The pleasure is building, and there’s no stopping it.

We move faster, clinging to each other, desperate. Desperate to forget the danger, the violence, the fear. Desperate to remember that no matter what happens, we have each other. We have tonight.

The waves crash, and she cries out, shaking. Her core contracts, milking me, and the pressure explodes. I roar as the pleasure takes me, and I bury myself in her. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, moaning as her body spasms.

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