Page 92 of The Mafia's Quadruplets

“I’m sure,” I say. “I need you, Valerian.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lifts me carefully, laying me back on the bed. His eyes darken with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Claire.”

I reach for him, pulling him down to me. Our lips meet again in a searing kiss as Valerian settles his weight over me. His hands caress my sides, sliding under the oversized shirt I’m wearing.

I arch into his touch, craving more. “Please,” I whisper.

He trails his lips down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He pauses at the collar of the shirt, looking up at me for permission. I nod, and he slowly unbuttons it, revealing my skin inch by tantalizing inch.

As the shirt falls open, Valerian’s breath catches. He traces the curve of my breast reverently. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

I blush under his intense gaze, suddenly shy despite our intimacy. Valerian seems to sense my hesitation. He captures my lips again, pouring all his love and desire into the kiss.

“I love you, Claire,” he says softly. “Every inch of you.”

His words wash over me, chasing away my insecurities. I pull him closer, reveling in the feel of his solid warmth against me. “I love you too, Valerian. So much.”

Our mouths crash together again, tongues tangling in a passionate dance. My heart races with anticipation as Valerian’s lips travel lower, kissing my collarbone before moving to my chest. He lavishes attention on each breast, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

I gasp, arching into his touch. “Yes...”

He takes his time exploring my breasts, worshipping them with his mouth. Every flick of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure through me. I’ve never felt so loved or desired. Because of the pregnancy, my nipples are super sensitive, so he’s gentle as he grasps one between his lips, suckling lightly.

My head falls back against the pillow as I lose myself in the sensation. He continues his attentions, alternating between my breasts until I’m trembling with need.

“Valerian... please...” I beg.

He slowly releases my nipple, trailing kisses down my stomach. “Tell me what you want, Claire.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say boldly. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He groans, pressing his forehead to my abdomen. “God, yes.”

Clearly abandoning his plan to lick my pussy, which is already so wet I don’t need him to anyway, he shifts position, taking a moment to shuck off the briefs he wore to bed. I didn’t even notice them until now, but I’m intrigued by the wet patch clearly visible on the tan silk. It makes my mouth water. I want to taste his cock, but I need it inside me more. I reach for him, desperate to have him fill me.

Valerian obliges, settling between my thighs. He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock through my slick folds. “You’re so wet.”

I moan, arching into him. “Please don’t tease me.”

He chuckles, leaning down to capture my lips in a quick kiss before lifting his head to ask, “Is it safe? You’re pregnant with quadruplets.”

I hesitate. “I’ve only had time to do a little research, but it’s safe unless or until the doctor tells me I have to stop having sex for a while. He didn’t say anything about that at my first appointment.”

Valerian nods, seeming reassured. “Okay. Tell me if it hurts though, okay?”

“I will,” I promise.

With that, he pushes forward, entering me slowly. We both groan as he slides home, filling me completely.

“Oh, god, Valerian,” I gasp. “You always feel so good.”

He begins to move, setting a steady pace. “So do you, lyubimaya. You’re perfect.”

Feeling him inside me is incredible. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He responds by increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, driving into me harder. It feels amazing, but the most amazing moment is when we stare into each other’s eyes, saying a million things with our bodies.

We fall into a rhythm, our bodies moving together as if they were made for each other. I cling to Valerian, losing myself in the sensations and emotions flooding through me. Love, desire, passion, and devotion all combine into something indescribable. Something that transcends mere words.

It doesn’t take long for us to reach the edge. Valerian’s movements become more erratic, signaling his impending release. I’m right there with him, teetering on the brink. He reaches between us, finding my clit with his fingers. The added stimulation is enough to send me flying over the edge. I cry out, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me, overwhelming my senses.

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