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I can’t see what she’s doing, but I feel her fingers working my zipper before she reaches in and pulls me out. Thanks to the lack of morphine, I’m fully hard and more than ready to go.

“Good girl, baby. Now sit your pussy on my mouth and put your lips around my cock.”

I feel like I’ve entered heaven when she lowers herself down, smothering me in the best way possible. She’s holding back, not wanting to hurt me, but I want more. I want it all. Digging my fingers into her hips, I force her onto me as I slide my tongue inside her. My groan of pleasure joins hers when I feel the wet heat of her mouth wrap around my head before she slowly sucks me in. It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve had my dick in her mouth.

Bringing a finger between us, I coat it in her arousal before pressing the tip against her tight little puckered hole. She moans and takes me in further, working me in a fast rhythm that’s going to send me flying off the edge in just a minute. I lap up the taste of her, starved for every drop I can get, and when I flick her swollen clit with my tongue and slide my finger in her ass, she rocks her hips and lets out a deep groan that I feel in my fucking balls.

I lick and suck while she does the same to me, and it’s nothing short of euphoric. She grinds against my face while I rock my hips, feeding her more of my cock, and when I feel her release hit my mouth, I growl against her pussy and let go, filling her sweet mouth with my seed. I’m lost to everything except the feel and taste of her, and I can’t help but wonder if she has any idea how much I love her.

A shiver runs through her body when I give her clit another soft suck while I grow soft in her mouth. She licks and kisses me clean while I do the same to her. A soft moan escapes her when I slide my finger out of her ass and give her cheek a soft smack.

“Did I hurt you?” she asks, lifting up and quickly turning around, worry etched across her face now that her orgasm is over and she can think again.

“No, baby,” I tell her, pulling her down to me and giving her a smile. “That felt amazing.” I run my fingers through her hair as she lays her head on my shoulder, keeping clear of the healing wound on the other side of my chest. “I’ve missed your body so damn much.”

As much as I don’t want to admit it, the sixty-nine fun we just had has completely worn me out. I close my eyes, only expecting to rest for a second, but I fall into a deep sleep before I can stop it.

Chapter 18

Lydia

I watch Kirill sleep while I trace a line along his freshly shaved jaw. I can’t believe I just rode this beautiful face. The memory of it has me letting out a soft sigh and snuggling in even closer. Even in sleep, he feels me move and tightens his grip on me. He has one hand splayed over my ass cheek, and I know if I try to move, those fingers are going to dig in and keep me close. There’s no denying how much I love that.

The last couple of weeks, I haven’t been sleeping all that well, and it’s starting to catch up to me, but I don’t want to close my eyes. While Kirill was still sedated, I’d started throwing up in the mornings, and when I told Jenny about it, she’d snuck me a pregnancy test. I look at the gorgeous man sleeping next to me, wondering how he’s going to take the news of our baby. I’d wanted to tell him as soon as the doctor took him off the sedatives, but I didn’t want to worry him or stress him out. Once I saw the positive test, I’d asked Dr. West about it, wanting to make sure that everything was okay. I hadn’t been the one to get shot, but it had been scary as hell for me too, and I’d been afraid that the stress and worry might be dangerous. A quick ultrasound proved that everything was perfect. As soon as I’d heard the strong, fast heartbeat, I’d fallen completely in love.

I’m lost in the memory, running my fingers along Kirill’s toned abs when he says, “What are you thinking about?”

I lift my head to look at him. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

He smiles and runs a finger along my cheek while he grips my ass harder. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, and you can always wake me when you need me. What’s going on?” His face softens when he says, “Is this about your dad? I know my getting shot doesn’t change anything. I know you’re still hurt that I didn’t tell you.” His finger runs along my jaw. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

I grab his hand and turn my head so I can kiss his palm. “I was hurt,” I admit. “Really fucking hurt, but I lied when I said I didn’t love you anymore. I can’t stop loving you. When I thought I’d lost you, I wanted to stop breathing. I didn’t want to stay in a world that didn’t have you in it. I will always miss my dad, and maybe it makes me a horrible person for being able to look past it, but I love you and I want to be with you.”

“You’re not a horrible person. You’re far too good for me, and I don’t deserve you. I never will, but I will spend the rest of my life loving and taking care of you. I want to marry you, baby. I want you by my side, and I never want to see you walk out that damn door again, because my heart can’t take it.”

I smile and look into the grey eyes that are filled with love, and I know he meant every word of what he just said. “If that was a proposal, then I accept.”

He laughs and pulls me closer, kissing me slowly and thoroughly before he pulls back and says, “That was an unofficial proposal. You’ll get a real one, zaika. One where I’m on my knees before you, because you’re the only woman on the planet that I would ever bow before, but I would do anything for you.”

I smile against his lips as he slides a hand down and runs his fingers over my stomach. “Now we just need to get you swollen with my baby, sweetheart. God, I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”

“About that,” I say, and his whole body stills. He studies me like a man who’s trying really hard to not get his hopes up.

“Please finish that thought,” he whispers.

“I’m pregnant.”

As soon as the words are out, he’s smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen and wrapping his arms around me. “When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”

“I was throwing up in the mornings while you were still sedated. They gave me a test there and Dr. West did an ultrasound because I was worried about stress and all that. Everything is fine, though,” I quickly say. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to upset you while you were still recovering through the worst of it.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t awake to help you.”

He looks so distraught, so I rest my hand on his chest and say, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll try my best to throw up again.”

He keeps a straight face when he says, “Please do.”

I laugh and then feel my whole body light up from the way he’s looking at me. He rolls onto his side, pushing me onto my back.

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