Page 72 of Delicious Prey

When our daughter lets out an especially hard kick, I groan while he gently rubs away the pain. He kisses my neck and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just feisty today.”

He gives a soft laugh. “Sounds just like her mommy.”

“Oh yeah right,” I say with a laugh. “If she’s a little hellion, that’s all on you.”

“A hellion?” He turns me around and smiles down at me. “Our baby is going to be perfect. I have no doubt she’s going to be beautiful just like you and give me more grey hairs than I want to think about, but she’s going to be perfect.”

“She will be,” I agree, already so excited to meet her.

“Come on, baby, time to go back.” He takes my hand and guides me to one of the comfy loungers. With my due date so close, Kirill doesn’t feel comfortable staying out on the water all night. I watch him as he starts the motor and steers us back home. I lay back and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin and the strong breeze that hits my face, smelling so strongly of the sea. When he guides us back into our boathouse, the sun is just starting to set.

“It’s so beautiful here.” I grab his hand as he helps me off the boat and then look out at the Ionian Sea we’d just been floating on. “It feels like a dream living here.”

“It does,” he agrees, “but that’s only because I’m sharing it with you.”

I rest my hand on his chest, running a finger over the scar, remembering the day he took a bullet for me and saved my life. “You’re such a softie,” I say, patting his hard chest.

He laughs and scoops me up in his arms, laughing again when I let out a yelp and throw my arms around his neck. “I’m too heavy for you to pick up!”

“You’ll never be too heavy for me, sweetheart.”

I know I’m heavy, but I fucking love that he still makes it look effortless to pick me up. He still makes me feel small and precious, even though I haven’t seen my damn feet in months. As soon as we leave the boathouse, the dogs come running up to us, Peanut bringing up the rear while Boris prances around with him like they’ve been best friends since birth. They’ve taken very well to Greece. We don’t have near as much land here, but our stretch of private beachfront property is enough to make them feel like they still have a job to do. They just get a lot more downtime too.

“They’re getting lazy,” Kirill says, laughing at the five doggie butts that are wiggling from all the excited tail wagging.

“They’re happy,” I say. “I’m sure they could still take down any threats. They’re just in semi-retirement mode.”

“Well, pretty soon they’re going to be on baby guard duty, so they better stay on top of things.”

“I’m sure they will.”

They run off to play by the water while Kirill carries me up to the house. I smile at the veranda that’s covered in flowers. Some are native to the island, but Kirill surprised me by bringing over some of my mom’s irises, dahlias, and hyacinths. I kiss his shoulder. He smiles down at me, but he doesn’t stop until we’re in our bedroom. The floor-to-ceiling windows give an amazing view of the sun setting over the water.

“You like that view, little bunny?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I’m going to eat your pussy while you watch it.”

His words send my heart racing. He sets me down and then gets on his back with his head near the windows and motions me closer. I’m still wearing my bikini. I’d been so embarrassed when I really started getting big to keep wearing one, but when I came outside in a one-piece one morning, he’d looked so damn devastated that I’d immediately gone inside and changed. He loves seeing my body, no matter how big it gets. I’d be an idiot to complain about that, so a bikini it is.

Standing over him, he looks up at me and sighs. “So fucking beautiful,” he says, motioning me lower. When I less-than-gracefully get on my knees, he reaches up and starts to untie the triangle top. One of the perks of pregnancy are the bigger boobs, and we’ve both been living it up. For the first time in my life I have actual cleavage. It’s been a fun few months.

“Goddamn,” he breathes out when he pulls the strings and the fabric falls off, exposing my full breasts to him. “You look like a fucking goddess, baby, and I’m more than ready to worship you.”

He cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently as his thumbs caress my overly sensitive nipples. That touch alone is enough to make me gasp and rock my hips.

“You like that?” he asks, giving them a soft pinch and smiling at the whimper I give.

“Yes,” I moan. “Do it again.”

He gives me another pinch, this one hard enough to sting, and when he pulls his hands back, I give a soft whimper of protest.

“Patience, zaika.” He runs his hands down my pregnant belly, lightly dancing his fingers over my skin. He stops to caress the scar from Enzo’s knife. It’s faint, but it’s still there, and I know it pains him to see it. I grab his hand and kiss it, reminding him that I’m okay before he drops it lower and pulls at the ties on my hips. Tossing the bikini bottoms aside, he lets out a soft growl and grips my hips. “Your pussy is so fucking beautiful.” He lovingly trails a finger along my slit, sending a rush of pleasure all through me with that one touch. “You’re always so wet for me, baby.”

He slowly slides a finger in, and I nearly come from how damn good it feels.

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