Page 96 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

"Thank you."

Of all the things he could have said, I didn’t expect that.

"Thank you for coming into my life," he whispered, his mouth sipping at mine tenderly. "Thank you for giving me a family and showing me what love is."

The tip of his tongue swiped against my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to him with a contented sigh.

"Thank you for loving me enough to give me a second chance and making me the happiest man in the world."

His tongue was in my mouth then, and there was no time for speaking. And really, we didn’t need words. Because our bodies spoke for us.

I melded into him, back arched so he could deepen the kiss even more.

"I love you so damn much." Dropping his lips from mine, he traced across my trembling jaw. Slowly sliding the straps of my dress over my shoulders so the white satin slithered into a pool at my feet.

It was only then that he tore his mouth away from mine and retreated just enough to look at me standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a simple pair of panties and my heels.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, hand outstretched so he could circle my hardening nipple with his fingertips. "So perfect. I can’t wait to make this body mine forever."

"You won’t be saying that when my stomach is all fat and round and—"

He pinched my nipple hard, causing me to cut off my teasing with a startled cry.

"You are perfection. Whether you are like this or swollen with my child. Do you know how fucking hot I find you?" he asked in a husky voice.

I stared at him for a second, any nerves completely gone. "Show me," I whispered. "Make me yours."

He was on me in a second. His mouth demanding complete and utter surrender. His hands cupped my breasts, already heavy from the life I was growing inside of me.

We came together hard, stumbling backwards to fall onto the massive four-poster bed.

My legs were heaved upwards, over his hips, so I wrapped them around his waist, lifting my ass to meet his almost desperate movements into my body.

"Too many fucking clothes." He tore his lips away from mine, heaving himself upwards. "I think I’ll have to make a rule where you’re not allowed clothes on if we are alone." He chuckled, sliding my cream thong down my legs. Bringing the scrap of material to his nose, he inhaled sharply. His eyes glued to my body. And everywhere he looked, it felt like his hands were caressing me.

I trembled, biting my lip as his eyes finally came to rest on the slight swell of my stomach.

"I’m going to put a baby in your belly," he stated firmly, his hand going to his belt.

"You already did," I reminded him with a low giggle. I liked this side of him. No, that wasn’t right. I loved it.

"Hmm." Stepping out of his trousers and underwear, he tore the shirt from his body, standing there at the foot of the bed for a second so I could look up into the chiseled perfection that was Ilya Popovitch, my husband.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached for him, my hands desperate, and pulled him down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist so he couldn’t get away.

"I need you," I whispered, nipping at his ear. "I need you inside of me right now."

Ilya didn’t need telling twice. Reaching between us, he coated the thick head of his cock with the wetness already leaking from my body and plunged into me in two easy strokes.

I groaned at the sudden intrusion, at the delicious stretch and feeling of fullness.

Ilya groaned in return.

"I love you," I whispered, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he began to move. Slowly at first, and then harder and faster. Like he was moving in time with the rhythm of my breathing.

It didn’t take long for either of us, and that was okay because we had the rest of our lives to take our time.

Back arching, I lifted my ass off the mattress. Urging him to fuck me harder, to fuck me deeper. To give me more.