Page 32 of Owned & Bred by the BRATVA

“I think the baby moved,” I whisper. “Just a little.”

His hand spreads wide across my stomach, and something flickers in his eyes, something wild and reverent. “You’re growing life inside you.Ourlife.” His voice thickens. “How the fuck am I supposed to survive that?”

I laugh softly, threading my fingers through his hair. “You’re surviving it just fine.”

“No,” he growls playfully, lifting his head to kiss the inside of my wrist. “I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

“You lost that when I told you I was pregnant.”

He huffs, the barest laugh. “I’d burn countries for you then. Now I’d burn down the whole fucking world”

“I know.”

“I’d kill anyone who looks at you too long.”

“I know that, too.”

He stands, effortlessly lifting me into his arms, and settles me back into the bed with a gentleness that doesn’t match the size of him. He tucks the blankets around me like I’m fragile, even though I don’t feel fragile. I feelpowerful.Wanted. Worshiped.

“Stay here,” he murmurs. “I’ll bring breakfast.”

“Maksim—”

He leans in, kisses me slowly, completely, until my toes curl.

“I’ve waited my whole life to have something worth protecting,” he says against my lips. “Now that I have you, I’ll never stop.”

And I believe him.

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