Page 87 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
The moment Roman starts to move, pulling more moans and gasps from both of us, the pleasantly suffocating fog fills my head all over again, triggering pure instinct.
Groaning for him, I grip the pillow harder, only for his hand to slide against mine while our fingers lace together. Despite my tight squeeze on his hand, he doesn’t complain.
Instead, he thrusts slower and deeper, personally drawing each sound from me like it’s his job—he certainly treats it that way.
Every stroke sends shockwave after shockwave through me, making my thighs tremble each time.
Losing myself to how incredible it all feels, my pants nearly sync up with his, and I can’t see anything but stars behind my eyes. Every rut against me pushes me closer and closer to the brink, and no part of me wants it to end. Not while his rapt attention has me clinging to each drop of pleasure.
Before long, we’re both far too eager and moving desperately, chasing after the high that’s so addictive that wecan’t help but return to it again and again. By now, every thrust comes with a tidal wave of sensations so intense that I can’t hold anything back.
With him, I don’t want to either. Not when he knows exactly what I need every time.
As my vision starts to blur and my throat feels raw from encouraging him on, my whole body tenses, and I can see that precipice up ahead. Then, my breath catches once he slips a hand beneath me and rubs at my clit again.
Immediately, I can’t take it. It’s too much.
The tension within me finally snaps, and I clench around him, coming undone while I cry out into the pillow.
Roman’s groan only heightens the experience while his hips stutter until he stills against me, chasing my release with his own, not once letting go of me.
A familiar warmth fills me inside out, and I’m left panting against the pillow while the aftershocks make me tremble faintly.
The bedroom air is hot and sticky, but with those pleasant, feel-good hormones moving through me, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
While he covers me from above, pressing his face against my back, Roman catches his breath with a reverence that makes me feel like the most important person in his entire life.
Then, he forces out a deep breath and drops beside me, hooking an arm around me to pull me in again.
When his lips find mine again, I melt into them and let my fingers run through his hair, silently admiring how the strands feel between them.
“You’re going to be the death of me one day,” he hums against my lips, wearing a blissed-out grin while keeping me close.
Smiling back, I savor the heat exchanged between us. “Not a day soon, I hope.”
He chuckles and slowly strokes my back, making sure those tingles never end for me. “You can’t get rid of me that easily…certainly not when we have a lot more of this to busy ourselves with.”
The thought alone makes me shiver, and despite our usual responsibilities, I can’t help but want more of it, and I blame him for it.
“Good…that better be a promise.”
His words press against my neck while he speaks in between kisses, tone low and sensual. “Of course it is. As many times as you want…as many different ways as you want it…”
Humming quietly, I close my eyes, drinking in the pure feelings of euphoria that surround me.
Then, before we get any further, a familiar cry comes through the monitor next to the bed, making us both pause.
With the reminder that we aren’t entirely free to spend all day in bed doing what we want anyway, Roman sighs and presses one last kiss against my lips.
“Duty calls.”
He hums. “At least he had the decency to wait until we were finished…”
We both chuckle at that, and while it might seem like an unwelcome interruption, neither of us is overly bothered by it. Not since we’ve long embraced our new reality.
So long as we do it together, every less-than-ideal moment of parenthood feels just as fulfilling as the best ones.
“I’ve got it…you stay in bed,” Roman offers, shuffling out of bed before grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. Standing, he goes to the other side and then pauses before returning and placing another kiss against my cheek with a warm smile. “I’ll be back.”
Feeling warm all over, I nod and watch as he hurries off to check the little one.
Eventually, those cries die down once Roman reaches the nursery, leaving me to lay in silence long enough to make me restless.
After a few minutes and deciding I’d rather be with them both, I get up, wrap my robe around myself, and exit the bedroom.
Unable to help myself, I don’t want to miss a thing—big or small.
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THE END
