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His crude words send a jolt of arousal through me. I increase my pace, chasing the building pleasure. Avros meets me thrust for thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
"You're so beautiful like this," Avros murmurs, his eyes roaming my body. One hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple. "Swollen with my child, taking your pleasure from me. My queen."
The praise washes over me, stoking the fire in my veins. "Your queen," I agree breathlessly. "And you're my king. My protector. My everything."
Avros surges up then, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The change in angle hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"That's it,” Avros growls against my lips. "Let me hear you. Let everyone know who you belong to."
His words remind me of where we are—his study, where anyone could walk in at any moment. The thought should terrify me, but instead, it only heightens my arousal. Let them hear. Let the whole world know that I belong to Avros Petrov, and he to me.
Avros's lips trail fire down my neck, nipping and sucking. I know he's leaving marks, branding me as his. The thought sends another wave of heat through me.
"Avros," I gasp, feeling the familiar tension coiling low in my belly. "I'm close. So close."
"Not yet," he commands, his voice firm. In one fluid motion, he lifts me off him and turns me around, so I'm bent over the desk. "I want to take you like this. To claim you completely."
I moan at the loss of him inside me, but the anticipation of what's to come has me trembling with need. Avros runs a hand down my spine, his touch reverent.
"So beautiful," he murmurs. "So perfect. And all mine."
"Take me," I beg, pushing back against him. "I want your cock, Avros. Please..."
He doesn't make me beg further. With one powerful thrust, he's inside me again. The new angle is intense, hitting spots that make me see stars. I cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood of the desk.
Avros sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher and higher. One of his hands tangles in my hair, pulling my head back gently. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady cocktail of sensation.
"Look," he commands, and I realize he's turned us slightly, so we're facing the large mirror on the wall. The sight of us, me bent over the desk, Avros looming behind me, his muscles rippling with each thrust, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
"See how perfect we are together?" Avros growls, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "This is what it means to be mine, Sydney. To be claimed, possessed, worshipped."
His words, combined with the visual stimulation, push me to the edge. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for. "Avros, I need..."
"I know what you need,myshka," he says, his voice rough with exertion. His hand snakes around to where we're joined, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, andonlyfor me. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."
It takes only a few skilled touches before I'm shattering, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Avros follows soon after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan that sounds almost pained in its intensity.
We stay like that for long moments, both panting, our bodies still joined. Avros's weight on me is comforting, grounding. I never want this moment to end.
Eventually, Avros straightens, pulling out of me with a hiss. I whimper at the loss, already missing the feeling of fullness. But before I can mourn the loss of contact, Avros is scooping me up in his arms, carrying me to the plush leather sofa in the corner of the study.
He settles us so I'm cradled in his lap, my head resting on his chest. I can hear the strong, steady beat of his heart, gradually slowing as we come down from our high.
"Are you alright,myshka?" Avros asks, his voice gentle once more. His hand strokes my hair, the tender gesture at odds with the passionate claiming of moments ago. "I didn't hurt you or the baby, did I?"
I shake my head, touched by his concern. "We're fine," I assure him, placing his hand on my swollen belly. As if on cue, our child kicks, making us both laugh softly.
"I think someone's telling us to keep it down next time," I joke.
Avros chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Never," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I want the whole world to know how much I love you. How much you love me."
I tilt my head up to look at him, still in awe of the love I see shining in his eyes. "I do love you," I say softly. "So much it scares me sometimes."
Avros's expression turns serious. "You never need to be scared with me, Sydney. I will always protect you. You and our child are my everything now. My reason for living."
The intensity of his words should frighten me, but instead, they fill me with a sense of security I've never known before. This is what it means to be loved by Avros Petrov—wholly, fiercely, without reservation.
"I know," I say, snuggling closer to him. "And that's why I can't wait to be your wife. To build a life and a family with you."
