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“And where am I going to come?”
“Inside me.” This time it’s a squeak.
“Yes, right up against your womb. I’m going to breed you. I want a nest full to bursting.” Her thighs slap against mine, and my balls tighten. I can’t last much longer. She feels too damn good as I press my fingers into her soft flesh, holding her hard enough to leave bruises as I lift and pull her onto my cock repeatedly.
I almost hope it bruises, to join her ring as a sign of my ownership. My marks all over her body. I want everyone to know she belongs to me.
I give in and thrust upwards, deeper, and harder and she whimpers, thrashing.
“Give it to me.” I circle her clit with my thumb. “Give me one more orgasm and I’ll fill you up.”
Her eyelids flutter. Fuck she’s so beautiful as she’s lost in pleasure.
I look at where my cock rams into her, where she’s taking it all, and arousal spikes through me, a sweet, heady drug. “I’m addicted to you. Your perfect body, the way you taste. The sound of your voice. The way you’re my good girl. Everything.”
I might have breached her, but she has consumed me.
“Nik,” she pants. “I love you.”
My heart constricts.
My girl loves me. It tingles down my spine.
Then her words turn into a scream of pleasure, and she pulses around my cock again. She squeezes me and I’ve never felt anything so good. Watching her come, trembling as she cries out her love for me? The best thing. I’d have that scream as my ringtone if I weren’t so insanely possessive of her that the thought of anyone else hearing her come didn’t make me murderous.
I grab her hips, lift, and slam her down as I punch upwards, once, twice. And then I’m coming too, like I never have before. Wave after wave as I pull her to me and shake helplessly as I empty into her, roaring her name. Lotte. Rapunzel. Ptichka. In every guise she’s mine.
She slumps onto me, and I hold her as close as I can, breathing in her scent, that is home and love.
We lay there, both wrecked by our joining.
It’s a long time of whispered names and soft words of love before I have the control over my limbs to carry her to the bath and wash her off.
And when we’re back in bed, laid on our sides, I don’t want to fall asleep. This moment could last forever, and I’d be happy with it. Content.
“I can still feel the echo of you inside me,” she says, exploring my chest with curious fingers. “Like you’ve changed my body permanently.”
“I have.” I smooth my hand over her stomach. “You’ll be pregnant soon, if you aren’t already. You’ll be curved and even more gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it.”
She smiles. “A peace baby.”
12
NIKOLAI
One month later
“I have a surprise present for you, husband,” Lotte says as we enter the restaurant where we first met, almost exactly a month after our wedding, by my side and holding my hand this time.
“We need to talk about your gifting skills, ptichka,” I grumble. Lunch with a man I want to murder but she won’t allow me? Not a fantastic gift, let’s be honest.
She smothers her laughter and squeezes my fingers. “You’ll see.”
Hmm. Intriguing.
I do have my suspicions. Lotte was mucking around in the kitchen earlier in a very un-Lotte way.
We’ve allowed Tottenham to be here waiting, the one graciously welcoming us, as though this was his idea. Lotte requested this meeting, and I’m still not entirely sure why. My sternest enquiries have been met with concrete solid resistance. Apparently, it’s better if I don’t know.
