Page 177 of His Forced Bride
If not Yuri, Dominic would've done it for me.
I’ve changed, become a different woman than I was, and the person I was before would never have survived without Batya here.
"You made me stronger," I admit.
"I revealed what was already there."
"The same thing…" I continue stroking him, feeling his body pulse with desire for me.
These intimate moments are priceless to me.
It isn't just our bodies that are bared; it's our souls.
We're exposing our very hearts to one another and the fact that Yuri is willing to be so vulnerable with me means we will be strong together elsewhere.
I feel it in my gut.
"No."
His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak through silk.
"You had the capacity for strength from the beginning. You just needed someone to demand it from you."
Heat pools low in my belly, the familiar response to his touch magnified by pregnancy hormones.
I shift against him, feeling his body respond immediately as his hips push harder against my stroking hand.
"We should get up," I say in a hollow tone, but I don't mean it.
"Should we?"
His mouth finds that spot behind my ear that makes me gasp.
"I can think of better ways to spend the morning."
"Rosa will wonder where we are."
"Rosa knows exactly where we are and what we're doing."
His teeth graze my earlobe.
"The entire compound knows."
The thought sends another wave of heat through my system.
Let them know.
Let them hear how thoroughly theirPakhanclaims his wife, how completely she surrenders to him.
I know how scandalous it seems to many of them, that I am half his age and yet so thoroughly his.
I don't care.
I am my beloved's and he is mine, and I won't apologize for what I want and who I am any longer.
Yuri rolls me beneath him, careful of my belly, his weight supported on his forearms.
In this light, with his hair falling across his forehead and his eyes dark with lust, he looks younger.
