Page 90 of Poisoned Vows

He freezes, looking at me. “Lilliana—”

I nod, a sudden lump in my throat. “Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod again, trying to find words.

“I’m very sure,” I whisper. “Nikolai, are you—”

“Happy?” He drops his tongs, coming around the island to lift me off of the seat and up onto it, his hand sliding over my still-flat belly. “I’m ecstatic. I can’t believe—oh fuck, Lilliana. I’m so fucking happy.”

To my shock, he bends down, kissing my stomach through the thin chiffon of my blouse. It’s such an unexpected gesture that it brings tears to my eyes, and I run my hand through his hair, trailing my fingers over his scalp as his hands slide up my thighs.

“When?” he asks, and I laugh softly.

“I think it might have been our honeymoon,” I admit. “We had alotof sex.”

“We did,” he agrees, and I see a sudden heat in his eyes, his hands nudging up the black pencil skirt I’m wearing. The island is at hip level for him, and I can see the bulge in his trousers, the thick ridge of his suddenly hard cock. I let out a small, breathy moan at the sight, biting my lower lip, and his hand instantly goes to his belt.

He leans forward, kissing me as he frees his cock, pulling me to the edge of the island as he pushes my skirt up the rest of the way with his other hand. “Just in case,” he says teasingly, his cock nudging at my entrance, and I laugh.

“I think anything else is overkill,” I tell him, but my thighs are already spreading open, my pussy wet for him as I feel him start to push into me. He feels so fucking good—he always feels so good—and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he starts to thrust.

I can smell dinner starting to burn. But his fingers are on my clit, my own orgasm close, and as he grazes his teeth over my neck and starts to fuck me harder, murmuring in my ear how much he wants to fill me up with his cum, I decide I don’t care. We can always make another dinner. And right now, Nikolai is all I want.

He’s all I’ll ever want. Forever.

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