“But look at you now.”
I’m not in control anymore. Leks’s mouth is all over me and he’s bouncing me on his cock with a powerful, rough grip.
“Riding me like a good fucking girl who wants her reward.”
His lips drag over my nipples, down to my navel.
“Zolotse moya.”
He’s so deep that I feel like I can barely breathe around him.
Every place where our bodies touch is electric. The rhythm he’s set is impossible for me to match, but he doesn’t care, losing control below me, his mouth alternating between letting out a string of curses and sucking at my nipples.
I melt on top of him, coming apart in his arms and letting him use me until we’re both panting with arousal.
“That’s it. Give me everything.”
His voice is breathless and barely audible, but I do as he says.
I shatter, again and again, unable to control myself as the pleasure wrecks me utterly.
He groans against my neck as he finishes inside me, the low vibration of his breath running down my spine.The sensation makes me shaky with desire.
I float on top of him, my breathing and sweat merging with his. I barely know where I am — all I know is Leks is with me.
40
NATALIA
Itell Leks my news the night before he’s flying back to Russia to get Leonid. The Pakhan is letting him use the private jet, so we’re hoping he’ll be back in a week. I selfishly hope so, though I’ll understand even if it takes him months.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I confess as I climb into bed beside him.
My period, normally like clockwork, is already two weeks late. I’ve pushed it out of my mind, worried that it was too much to deal with when we already have one child to look after.
This morning, I couldn’t handle the curiosity anymore, so I went to the drugstore while Leks thought I was in the art studio. Then, the nerves took over, and I realized I couldn’t do it alone.
His reaction is immediate, his hands pulling me close. “Have you taken a test yet?”
I shake my head.
“Do it right now,” he growls, his tone suddenly urgent. “Zolotse, I need to know if this is the first night that I’m going to fuck my pregnant wife.”
I go to the bathroom and pee on the stick, then come to sit beside Leks on the bed. His hand wraps in mine and he pulls me onto his lap while we wait, his hands tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
We don’t say a word, but the second my phone timer sounds, both our eyes flick to the test.
“Ready?”
He nods.
I flip over the test to see two pink lines. One second later, I’m pinned on the bed beneath him.
His midnight-blue eyes are dark with satisfaction. As he kisses his way down my body, over my lower belly, he lets out a low growl before his mouth makes me see stars.
“I won’t go,” he tells me later that night. “I don’t want to leave you like this.”
“Don’t you remember what I said? I meant it, Aleksandr.”
