Page 103 of Cinderella and the Daddy
It’s what I crave from him. I don’t want easy.
His hands slide down to grip my thighs, lifting me easily until my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel how much he wants me, the hard length of him pressing against the juncture of my thighs through our clothes. The sensation makes me gasp into his mouth.
"Mine," he growls against my throat, his teeth scraping over my pulse point. "You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."
"Yours," I agree breathlessly. "Always yours."
He carries me to the bed, setting me down more carefully than usual. Even consumed by desire, he's mindful of the life I carry.
"The baby," I whisper as he reaches for my clothes. "Is this safe? Can we?—"
"I asked the doctor," he admits, color touching his cheekbones. "When you were getting dressed. Just... to be sure."
The image of terrifying Luka Markovic asking an obstetrician about pregnancy sex makes me bite back a laugh. "And?"
"She said it's fine. Healthy, even. As long as we're..." He pauses, searching for words. "Mindful."
His hands are gentler as he undresses me, reverent over the swell of my belly that's more pronounced when I'm lying down. Four months along, and my body is changing daily—breasts fuller and more sensitive, hips widening, that telltale roundness that means our daughter is growing.
"Still beautiful," he murmurs, tracing the faint line that's beginning to darken down my abdomen.
"I'm getting huge."
"You're perfect." He positions pillows behind me, elevating my hips. "Tell me if anything's uncomfortable."
Even desperate with want, he's thinking of the baby. Of me. This dangerous man, treating my changing body like something precious.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his hand spanning my stomach with reverent touches. "Carrying my baby. My perfect woman."
The possessiveness in his voice makes heat pool low in my belly. I reach for his belt, desperate to feel skin against skin, but he catches my wrists.
"Let me," he says, his voice rough with restraint. "Let me take care of you."
I nod, surrendering control as he finishes undressing. When he comes back to me, all powerful muscle and dangerous grace,I forget how to breathe. He's magnificent—scarred and deadly and absolutely mine.
His mouth finds my collarbone first, pressing hot kisses along the delicate bone before moving lower. When his lips close around my nipple, I arch off the bed with a cry that I have to muffle against my own hand.
"Don't hide from me," he commands, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear every sound you make."
His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, making my back bow as pleasure shoots straight to my core. Everything feels more intense now—whether it's the pregnancy hormones or just the emotional weight of the evening, I don't know. But every touch sets me on fire.
He lavishes attention on my breasts until I'm writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his dark hair. Only then does he begin his slow descent, pressing kisses to my ribs, my stomach, and the sensitive skin of my hip bones.
"Luka, please," I gasp when he settles between my thighs, his breath warm against my most sensitive places.
"Please, what?" His voice is pure sin, dark and teasing. "Tell me what you want,dikaya."
"You. I want you. I want your mouth on me."
He gives me exactly what I'm begging for, his tongue sliding through my folds with devastating precision. I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed as he finds the bundle of nerves that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
He takes his time, alternating between gentle licks and focused attention that has me trembling on the edge of release. Justwhen I think I can't take any more, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that makes me see heaven.
"Come for me," he orders against my sensitive flesh. "Let me feel you fall apart."
The combination of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge. I shatter with his name on my lips, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I'm boneless and gasping.
When he finally moves up my body, I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me deeply. The intimacy of it makes something flutter in my chest—not just desire but love so fierce it takes my breath away.
