Page 115 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

I deliberately lightened my touch, trailing from the nape of her neck downward. When my fingertips grazed the sensitive line of her spine, her breathing visibly faltered.

"Matvey..." Her voice trembled slightly. "Are you... done?"

"Not yet." I leaned down, letting my warm breath fall against the already flushed skin behind her ear. "I need to cover here too."

My palm slid down the soft curve of her waist and settled on that sensitive spot at her side.

Her waist went soft instantly.

But I didn't stop there. Using the slick cream as an excuse, my hand curved around from her waist to her front, cupping her breast.

Pregnancy had made them fuller, bigger than before. It took both hands to hold them properly.

Her sensitive nipples had already hardened into tight peaks, pressing into my palm. I rolled them between my fingers, and she let out a soft moan.

"Matvey," she turned her head, breathless. "This isn't... you're not putting on sunscreen."

"Mrs. Bykov, I'm just making sure I don't miss any spot that might get burned." I squeezed firmly, kneading her breast again.

"You're doing this on purpose." Her face flushed crimson.

"Yes," I admitted it without shame, voice low against her ear. "So what?"

The air between us burned hot enough to ignite.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, feeling her overheated body. Her cheeks blazed, her chest heaving. This look—soaked in desire—nearly made me lose control right there.

I kissed down her body, listening to her gasps grow more broken. My hand, slick with lotion, traveled down past her swollen belly and slipped between her thighs.

"Don't, Matvey." She whispered. "We're on the beach."

No one else was here—I wouldn't have touched her like this otherwise. But she clearly wasn't comfortable outdoors.

"You're wet already." I caught her earlobe between my teeth, voice rough. "And you're still saying no?"

Finally, she couldn't form complete sentences anymore, just moaned for me to give it to her.

Based on timing, the baby was stable enough now. Sex was safe. But I still didn't want to risk hurting her. I used my fingers expertly, working her clit until she came, until she was wet enough to take me without any strain.

When she finally trembled in my arms, even her toes curling helplessly, my restraint had nearly vanished.

"But I'm pregnant," she breathed out, still sensitive from her orgasm.

"I checked." I kissed along her jaw. "You're in the safe period now. As long as we're careful."

She let out a shaky laugh. "You're always so rough."

"You're going to see my gentle side." I turned her carefully in my arms, cradling her against me. "I promise."

I cupped her heavy breasts in both hands and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.

"Fuck, these keep getting bigger," I murmured against her skin. "Probably already full of milk for the babies."

She whimpered, arching into my mouth.

"You're so goddamn gorgeous, even pregnant." I released her nipple with a soft pop and reached down to unfasten my pants. My cock was already rock-hard, straining painfully against my underwear.

Her eyes widened when she saw the obvious bulge. "Matvey... we're outside. What if someone comes by?"