Page 145 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

It was the kind that let you know just how much you felt for a person. Maybe jumping into bed with him immediately after reconciliation was not the best course of action, but I had spent the last month trying to convince myself he was the devil in disguise and drafting a long list of why I shouldn’t believe anything he said, but it all narrowed to a fact I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit to.

“Are you okay?” His expression sobered a bit. “We don’t have to… if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

He flashed me the cheesiest grin. “Good, because I was probably going to go home to jerk off till I died of blue balls.”

“Kazimir!”

“I know, I know. Too soon for big jokes.”

He lowered himself to me, supporting his body with his arms so there was enough space between him and my belly.

“Thank you,” he muttered, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“For giving me a second chance.”

Another on my nose.

“For giving us a chance.”

My cheeks.

“And for giving our baby the best mother.”

His lips reclaimed mine, and this time, I let myself completely melt into him. I opened up; his deep growl when his tongue swept into my mouth hit my core with pure need.

Kazimir’s tongue dragged from my lips to the exposed skin on top of my shirt, where he nibbled a little before undoing the buttons.

“So beautiful,” he muttered, placing a kiss on each breast. “So perfect.”

He plucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing a sharp cry from me.

The sensation shot straight to my back, traveling all the way to my legs and curling my toes.

“Oh god,” I moaned as his finger found my other nipple.

My body began humming with the pleasure only he was capable of giving. The ceiling above me blurred and my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.

Kazimir continued a trail of kisses downward, leaving a path of heat in his wake till he got to my bump.

He placed a fervent kiss on the swollen skin before proceeding to part my legs.

A loud groan followed his sharp intake of air. “So fucking wet.”

Heat climbed my face, spreading across my cheeks. I fought back the urge to cover my face.

Kazimir trailed a finger along my drenched lips, causing me to shiver a little. “So pretty, so greedy,” he muttered before placing a kiss on my inner thigh.

My core clenched with anticipation as he worked his way up. He took his time, whispering soft praises until I felt his tongue on my clit.

A cry of pleasure tore from me, my hand reaching down to hold onto his hair before I could stop myself.

Kazimir seized the moment to wrap his arms around both my thighs, holding them apart and pulling my pussy to his face.

Every inch of me melted with every flick of his tongue. I could barely find the words to say. Even the moans that came from me sounded distant and wanton in a way I didn’t want to claim.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He continued until steady strokes of tongue turned to light suction on my clit, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I was certain my back would’ve shot off the bed.