Page 116 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"I rented the entire island." I stroked myself through the fabric, watching her watch me. "No one can get in here."

Relief flickered across her face. Then something shifted in her expression—something bold.

She sat up slowly, her hands reaching for my waistband. "Then let me..."

Before I could process what she meant, she'd pulled my cock free and wrapped her lips around the head.

"Jesus, Riley!" The words punched out of me.

Her mouth was hot and soft and perfect. She took me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and my hands instinctively moved to her head. I wanted to grip her hair, push her down further, fuck into that sweet mouth.

But she was pregnant. Carrying our children.

I forced my hands to be gentle, just stroking through her hair instead as she worked me. Every nerve in my body screamed for more, for harder, for deeper. But I held back, letting her set the pace.

"That's it, baby," I groaned. "Just like that. You don't have to take more."

She hummed around me, and the vibration nearly did me in. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to come right then.

"Stop." I finally managed, pulling her off carefully. "I want to be inside you."

I lay back on the lounger and guided her to straddle me. "Sit on me. Take control."

She positioned herself above me, lowering slowly. I gripped her hips, steadying her as she sank down inch by inch. She was tight and wet and perfect.

"Slowly," I reminded us both. "We have all the time in the world."

She settled fully onto me with a breathy moan. For a moment, we just stayed like that, connected, her hands braced on my chest.

Then I rolled my hips up, gentle, careful, and watched her face transform with pleasure.

"Matvey..." She rocked against me experimentally. "This feels... different. Good different."

"That's because I'm being careful with you." I thrust up again, just as gentle. "Because you're carrying our babies."

Tears suddenly gleamed in her eyes. "You're being so gentle."

"I told you you'd see this side of me." I cupped her face, brushing away a tear with my thumb. "I'd never hurt you, Riley. Never."

"I love you." She leaned down to kiss me, moving her hips in slow, deep rolls. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." The words came easier now than they ever had. "More than anything."

I kept my movements controlled, restrained, even as every instinct screamed to flip her over and drive into her hard and deep. But this wasn't about me. This was about her, about us, about the family we'd made together.

She rode me slowly, beautifully, chasing her pleasure. I watched every expression that crossed her face, memorizing this moment. The way the sunlight caught in her hair. The way her lips parted on breathless moans. The way her pregnant belly pressed between us, proof of what we'd created.

"Come for me," I urged, circling her clit with my thumb. "Let me feel you."

She shattered with a cry, clenching tight around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, spilling deep inside her, my grip on her hips probably too tight, but I couldn't help it.

When we both came down, I sat up and gathered her against my chest, letting her rest against me. Her heart hammered against mine. Our breathing slowly evened out together.

"Stay right here," I murmured into her hair. "Just rest."

She nodded against my shoulder, already half-asleep in the warm afternoon sun.

I held her close, one hand protective over her belly, and let myself feel something I'd never thought possible.