Page 198 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

I offer her my hand and help her out of bed. She walks slowly towards the bag on the floor, as though she’s still trying to get her bearings. She picks it up, but instead of looking inside, she pauses, then turns slowly to face me again.

“Artem?” Esme says, her voice shaking a little.

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

I walk to her immediately, take her hand and pull her into the tiny bathroom. She pulls off the t-shirt and then slips off her panties.

I try and control my desire as I see the soft V between her legs and the glorious swell of her breasts.

She steps into the shower and turns the water on, gasping as a cold spray assaults her skin.

I see goosebumps prickle along her arms and breasts, but she doesn’t try to get away from the steady stream of water. She just stands there, much like I did, and grits her teeth until her body acclimatizes.

Unable to keep my distance any longer, I strip naked and step into the water with her. I reach out and touch her body, wiping away the last remnants of blood and sweat. She turns into my arms instead of shying away from them.

My fingers linger over her breasts, her thighs, the firm roundness of her ass, but she doesn’t say a word through any of it.

When my hand lands on her stomach, I keep it there, trying to sense the swell of a child…mychild, inside her.

She’s gazing at me with eyes that are heavy with conflict and uncertainty, but her hands trail over mine before she reaches for the soap and shampoo. She shampoos her hair, while I lather her body with soap, straining against the erection that presses up between us.

I’m pretty sure she can see it too, but she doesn’t say a word.

Once all the soap has been washed away, she turns the water off while I grab the towel and dry her off slowly, carefully.

Her dark hair clings to her face and neck, framing her hazel eyes and the lingering flecks of worry that clings to them still. I reach for a clean t-shirt but she squeezes past me, her wet hair falling down to her middle back as she walks naked to the bedroom.

I leave the bathroom to find her standing next to the bed, one hand placed over her stomach protectively. She glances at me with wide, fearful eyes.

“Esme,” I say, moving closer to her.

“Artem,” she answers. My name comes out in a sob.

She starts trembling slightly as she reaches for me. I encircle her in my arms and pull her close.

I hold her until her trembling stops. Then I drop a kiss on her head. She looks up at me, her eyes full of questions.

In response, I bend down and press my lips to hers.

I want to comfort her, to take her mind off her fears, if only for a moment. But she clings to my kiss as though I’ve just thrown her a life jacket.

Her lips part almost instantly and I feel her tongue in my mouth, grappling with mine with increasing desperation. My hands slide down her back and fall over her round ass. Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked.

She pulls away from me abruptly, but the look in her face is pure fire. One thin finger reaches out to stroke my hard erection.

It turns into her wrapping her whole hand around me like she’s sizing up my thickness. Her lips part in unconscious desire.

Then she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back onto the bed, though she never lets go of my cock.

I stare at her in amazement, taken aback by the unexpected control she’s exerting. I’m so fucking turned on that my cock keeps twitching urgently every few seconds.

I expect her to get on top of me, but she sidles down my body and settles between my legs, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Never breaking eye contact, never releasing my shaft, she brings my tip to her lips and then sucks me in.

I groan as her sweet, wet tongue laps at me, sucking slowly as though we had all the time in the world.

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