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She ground down on me, taking every inch of my cock. We kissed. I grunted with the urgency to thrust up into her. We held each other close.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

I gripped the back of her head, holding her hair as I watched her lidded eyes get hazier with lust. “Ride me and tell me.”

“I love you, Viktor,” she said, her mouth an inch from mine. “I love you, and I can’t wait to have our own little family.”

“Fuck.” I groaned it, gripping her hips and urging her to bounce on me faster.

“I love you. And I am so excited to see you be a father to our baby.”

I pushed up, needing to give her all that I could and make her come apart for me. I wouldn’t last.

“And I love you,” I promised as she lifted up to slide back down on my dick. Before she could take me in, I slid down on the bed and fucked up into her pussy. While she was more upright and with her chest to me, I turned my head to close my mouth over her nipple and sucked on it steadily.

“Oh, God!” She arched her back, riding me like this. Curled up to be able to lick and nip at her breasts, savoring every decadent inch of her smooth swells, I tried to show her how much I needed her. How much I would always crave her love.

“I love—” She cut herself off, gasping in a sound that turned into a moan as I moved my mouth to her other breast and tugged it into my mouth.

“I love you,” I whispered, letting her breast smash against my face.

Unable to withstand it any longer and needing her to come so I could soak her with my seed, I twisted. Rolling her over with me, I got her on her back. Legs wrapped around my waist. Arms reaching up to hug me.

“I love you so much it hurts,” I told her, taking one of her hands and placing it on her breast. She didn’t need any further instruction, already clued in to how much it turned me on to witness her cupping her own tits and rubbing her thumbs over the turgid nipples.

“I can’t last any longer,” she said, arching her back and letting out those sexy sounds.

Unable to come before her, I lowered my hand to her clit and rubbed around it fast and hard, the way she always wanted me to. The way that made her shatter and come so intensely.

“Then don’t. Let it go. Let it all go and come for me, Wren.”

I committed this version of her to memory. Splayed out and so open, taking all I gave her. Naked and flush, so responsive to my touch. Needy and moaning as she shook her head and tossed that glorious red hair.

“Come for me, Wren,” I growled.

She tensed up then cried out. Surrendering, quivering, and panting to catch her breath.

This version of her was a vision too. A sexy, satisfied, and thoroughly fucked one.

But as I came after her, unable to hold back any longer, I let my mind’s eye fill in the details of yet another version of her that I would look forward to in the near future.

Her with her swollen stomach as she carried our child.

Her with my ring on her finger as she awaited the day we could marry.

I only had to ask.

Lying next to her and holding her close, I tried to catch my breath so I could.

38

WREN

With all that happened the day before, I wasn’t surprised that Viktor and I stayed in bed for as long as we could. Honestly, with all that happened in the last two days, between that press conference and Smithson showing up, we could’ve taken a whole week to stay in bed and decompress.

But this wasn’t a normal, typical job I’d entered. This wasn’t some ordinary family I was joining.

This was the Volkov Bratva that I was siding with and committing to, and right now, with everything that was either falling apart or escalating, I didn’t have time to linger in bed.