Page 107 of Marked By the Devil

“Pregnant.”

She nodded once more and winced.

“Are you not happy about that?” I asked with dread.

“I am!” She shook her head, giving me mixed signals. “I’m thrilled. But I’m nervous about how you⁠—”

I pulled her head toward mine and slammed my lips over hers in a hungry kiss. Smiling against her mouth, I sighed heavily and clutched her closer.

“About what?” I asked when I ripped my mouth away.

She had climbed onto my lap, raising her brows like she wanted to dare to hope. With her hands on my shoulders, she balanced herself as she straddled me. As if I’d let her fall.

“About how happy I am?” I kissed her again, treasuring her gasp of surprise with how greedy I was.

“About how fucking excited I am to become a father?” Once more, I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her until we were both panting for air.

“About how amazing this will be?” I lowered my hand to her stomach. It was still flat yet, but I couldn’t wait for it to swell with my son or daughter.

Our baby.

“So… you’re not mad?” she asked.

I shook my head, cupping her face and admiring her beauty. Her intelligence. Her bravery. “I could never, ever be mad about good news like this.”

She smiled wide, leaning into me and closing her arms around me as she kissed me soundly, pouring all the passion she felt into it.

As she made out with me, desperate to celebrate this news, I tried to let it fully sink in.

I was going to be a father. Like my brothers and cousin, I would be a parent.

Wren and I would welcome another new life and we would do our part to back up and continue the Volkov legacy.

Instead of talking more about the details, I welcomed the addictive kisses she wanted to share with me. Rather than tell her that I hoped she would be my wife as well as the mother of my children, I embraced how eager she was to strengthen and build on how well we would stay together like this.

Dedicated and devoted to each other.

No matter what.

I held her close, knowing that I was the luckiest man in the world to have found her in the most unlikely way, to have convinced her to stay with me despite the strangest odds.

From kidnapping her to knocking her up, that was my story, a story that was only taking off between us.

She tugged at my clothes, and while falling into bed seemed like an evasion to talk to her about what this would mean, I couldn’t deny her. I couldn’t resist.

I pulled at her clothes, tugging them off her as she worked on getting my shirt off. Then with a shift and careful balance of her on my lap then standing for a second, we got the rest of it all off too. Her shorts dropped on top of my pants. My shoes were kicked off to the side.

Naked and so hard for her already, I urged her to climb back onto my lap as I scooted toward the middle of the bed. With my back against the headboard, my legs slapped out on the mattress, and her slender, sexy body over me, I knew we’d have all the time in the world to talk later.

Right now, I needed her. I had to have her pussy wrapped around me. It was absolutely critical that I pierce her cunt with my dick and wedge it up as far as it can go into her sweet, slick heat.

“Viktor…” She rested one hand on my shoulder as she used the other to frame my face. Watching her stare at me like this would never get old. Like I was the sum of all her dreams, the source of all her wishes. I lined my cock up to her wet hole and she dipped down, sucking me in.

“I love you,” she whispered.

That unlocked a raw, furious need to mark her.

“I’ve loved you since the second I saw you,” I growled before kissing her again.