Page 73 of Delicious Prey

“So fucking tight,” he murmurs, his accent growing thicker as his eyes darken to the stormy grey I love. “You hungry for my cock, little bunny?”

“Yes, god yes,” I moan, clenching even tighter around his finger. He hisses out a breath when he feels it. “Don’t you want me to do that to your cock?” I ask, teasing him while I cup my breasts, trying to get him to lose control so he’ll fuck me like I need him to.

“Tongue first,” he growls, sliding his finger out and then gripping my hips and helping me scoot up so I’m straddling his head. I can no longer see his gorgeous face because of my belly, but before he dives in, he asks, “Do you see any boats out there?”

I look out at the nearly dark water and scan the horizon. “No, we’re good.”

“Okay, if you see anyone, let me know. No one gets to see my baby naked but me.”

I smile at his possessiveness and brace my hands against the window in front of me. I let out a whimper of pure bliss when I feel his tongue slide along my slit, hard enough to part my lips and dip inside.

“Goddamn,” he growls. “I could eat you all damn day. Fucking delicious.”

He nips and licks my pussy lips, taking his time, and only when my thighs start shaking does he finally slide his tongue into me. I rock my hips, grinding agains his talented mouth as he brings me closer to the edge. The view in front of me is breathtaking, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure Kirill is giving me. When he wraps his lips around my clit and gives me a hard suck, I look out at the night sky and scream his name with my release.

He growls and sucks me harder, and when I become too sensitive, he focuses on lapping up every drop of my release that he can get before returning his attention to my clit. He rims my sensitive skin, sending new aftershocks through me, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he cups my tits in his hands, pinches my nipples, and gives my clit a hard flick of his tongue.

“Holy fuck!” I gasp, and I swear I hear a muffled laugh come from between my legs.

He does it again, pinching and flicking until I’m gasping and letting out raspy pleas for more. He finally takes pity on me and gives me the orgasm I’m so desperate for. The force of it is blinding. I smack my palms against the glass, grinding against my husband’s gorgeous face, feeling completely loved and worshipped, just like he wanted me to feel.

When I start to come down, he gives my ass a soft pat and helps me scoot off him. I’m too spent to move, but he picks me up without so much as a strained grunt and carries me to bed. Lying on my side, he quickly strips out of his black swim trunks and spoons me from behind.

“Give me that mouth, baby,” he says while hiking up one of my legs and getting himself into position. His thick head presses against my wet slit, and he slowly slides in when I turn my head and offer him my lips, covering my gasp of pure pleasure with a hungry kiss that steals my breath away.

He fucks me gently. Every slow thrust hitting me right where I need him. My tough, hitman husband fucks me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him, and it makes my damn eyes water. His tongue runs along mine while his hand is splayed out across my belly in a possessive, protective gesture that always makes my heart melt when he does it.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you too,” I say before sucking his tongue into my mouth.

He groans and slides his hand down. A few well-placed rubs and I’m screaming his name again. I clench him tighter as the orgasm thunders through me. He growls something in Russian and thrusts into me even harder while making sure to not be too rough. I cup his face as he pulses inside me and my body shakes as my muscles turn to mush. Completely sated, I let out a breathy sigh and smile up at him.

“Consider me worshipped,” I say, making him laugh.

“I’ll always worship you, baby. You’re everything to me, and nothing else exists outside of you.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “My beautiful goddess.”

It’s hard for me to believe that he’s actually being serious, but the intense look in his eyes tells me he is. I pull him closer and run my tongue up the scar on the side of his face because I love how it always makes him laugh when I do it.

“I love you,” I say. “My life is everything it is because of you. I’m so glad you didn’t stop writing me when I told you to fuck off.”

He laughs and kisses me. “Never, little bunny. I was already having our marriage certificate made.”

I laugh and rest my head on the pillow while he curls his body around mine. His fingers dance along my stomach, and I feel him smile against me when our daughter gives another healthy kick. Yeah, she’s going to be a wild thing, just like her daddy. The thought puts a smile on my face as I fall asleep surrounded by my husband and images of a grey-eyed, dark-haired little girl who isn’t afraid of anything.

Epilogue

Kirill

One Month Later

Natalya wakes up from her nap and looks at me, and I’m lost all over again. Every time she turns those big, grey eyes on me, I turn into a giant puddle of emotion. Just like it was with her mom, it was love at first sight. As soon as I saw our daughter when they laid her naked little body on Lydia’s stomach, that was it. I was a complete goner.

“Daddy loves you,” I tell her in Russian, leaning down to kiss her small head. Her dark hair is silky soft, and I breathe in the scent of her while I run a finger along her chubby cheek. When she starts to root around, I laugh and kiss her head again. “I can’t help you there, sweetheart. Let’s go find mommy.”

I stand up from the rocking chair in her nursery, about to go and find my beautiful wife when I turn and see her leaning against the doorframe watching me. Her face is lit up with a sweet smile, the same one she always gets on her face when she sees me with our daughter, and there’s so much love in it that it always takes my damn breath away. The way I love this woman shouldn’t be allowed. It’s too powerful, too all-consuming, but I don’t know how to love her any other way. It’s like asking a tsunami to become a spring shower. It’s just not going to happen. My wife owns me, body and soul, and she’s my everything. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Walking over, I lean down and kiss her, and it feels like coming home, just like it always does when my mouth touches hers. A peace washes over me, and with my wife in front of me and our daughter in my arms, I have everything I could ever need.

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