Page 263 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

My cock strains in my boxers, but I ignore it for now and find her clit with my tongue. I lap at it and almost instantly, her juices flow.

Then I hoist myself up and settle over her without putting any weight on her belly. I slip two fingers inside her and explore her depths as her eyes close and she arches her neck backwards.

I finger-fuck her to a quick orgasm that explodes through her body, leaving a constellation of goosebumps in its wake.

I smile with satisfaction as I see her facial muscles relax with satisfaction while it ebbs down. She reaches for me, pulling my face down to hers so she can kiss me.

But just before our lips touch, she gasps. Her eyes widen suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” I say, getting off her immediately, ready to panic.

She shakes her head. To my surprise, a slow smile spreads across her face.

“Nothing,” she murmurs. “Absolutely nothing.”

“I don’t understand. What just happened?”

“I’ll show you,” she says. She reaches for my hand.

Then she takes it and presses my palm to the right side of her belly. I’m so concerned that for a moment I don’t even register the tiny fluttering kick that pushes against my hand through Esme’s stomach.

When it happens again, I freeze.

“Wait,” I say, my eyes going wide. “Was that…?”

“A kick,” Esme finishes. “Did you feel it?”

I lean in a little closer and press my palm down gently, waiting and hoping to feel another one.

And just then, I do.

It’s a more pronounced kick than the last one. Almost like the little creature in there wants to say hello.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Esme staring at me with unshed tears in her eyes. She looks more fucking beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.

“Holy fuck,” I say again.

She laughs. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she asks.

I can only nod, speechless.

Esme smiles wider and places her hand over mine.

“That’s our baby in there,” she says softly.

I just look at her, feeling another little kick under my palm.

It makes me feel… small and infinite in the same moment. For a second, all my worries and concerns fade and my life is put in perspective.

Nothing else matters except Esme.

Nothing else matters but the child she’s carrying.

Maybe my purpose in life is the two of them.

For the first time since the Bratva takeover, I see myself walking away from it all.

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