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He was eager to explore the new curves of her body, the heaviness in her breasts, the soft roundness where once there had been smooth planes.
Eager to deliver on his promise to make her come with his mouth.
But that would have to wait. He needed to be inside her.
He dropped his pants the rest of the way and kicked them aside, then positioned himself snugly behind her ass, sliding his cock between her thighs.
She moaned as he slid through her folds, close to her channel but not yet inside it. Her juices slicked the head of his cock, and he closed his eyes, forced himself not to drive into her fast and hard, not to thrust mindlessly until he came.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, sliding his shaft back and forth. “So ready.”
“Please,” she gasped.
He positioned himself at her entrance, prepared to guide himself in slowly, not wanting to hurt her, then heard her voice in his head.
Don’t you dare treat me like a piece of glass…
He held on to her hips and drove into her with a savage thrust.
She cried out, and he leaned over her body and reached around to take her breasts in his hand, marveling at their new weight and fullness. He pinched her nipples gently between his fingers, happy just to be buried in her heat.
To be home again.
“My god, you feel good,” he said in her ear. “I’ve dreamed about this — dreamed about you — a million times.”
“Please, Lyon.” She pushed back against him, driving his cock even deeper inside her. “Fuck me.”
He withdrew his hands from her breasts and grabbed on to her hips, then withdrew his cock a little at a time. It was sweet torture leaving her body, and he hesitated only a second before driving into her again.
She fisted the comforter in her hands and cried out into the room.
He palmed the smooth skin of her ass and held on to her hips to push into her again. Reason receded as he was enveloped in her tight channel, surrounded by her slippery warmth, and he moved faster, his body working on pure instinct, seeking the release that was already lurking at the center of his being.
She was ready too. He heard it in the way her breath sped up, then hitched as she came closer to the peak, felt it in the way she pushed back against him as he stroked into her, pulled away when he withdrew, contributing to the push and pull of his thrusts.
He cleared his head enough to reach around, over their child inside her stomach, down to her pussy. He slipped his hand between her legs and found her clit, then circled it with two fingers while he thrust faster and deeper inside her.
She moaned. “Oh my god… Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop. Not until you come for me.”
A buzzing sounded in his ears, the room receding around him, everything else dropping away as he pushed through her engorged channel again and again, slamming into her, the pregnancy forgotten in the raw hunger pulsing through his body.
“Oh god… oh god… Lyon..”
She shuddered under him, tipping into her orgasm, her tunnel clamping down on his shaft. It made pushing into her even more erotic and his own orgasm gathered, then spilled over all at once.
He growled into the room, the sound primal and animalistic as he drove into her again and again, the world disappearing in the pure ecstasy flooding his body like water behind a broken dam.
In the haven of her body, there was no Vadim, no bratva. Even his ambition fell away.
Right now, all he wanted was more of this: Kira under him panting and trembling, welcoming him into her warmth again and again.
He didn’t stop thrusting until she stopped shuddering, his own orgasm fully depleted. Then he traced a line down her spine with his hand.
“Do you believe I want you now?” he asked.
She pulled away from him and he slid out of her pussy.
