I pushed her dress down and her bra above her glorious breasts. They were even bigger now, more inviting. My hands slid down further, squeezing the small of her waist before sliding back to her ass. I laid a couple of hefty slaps before squeezing. Her head fell back as she groaned and I laid wet, open mouth kisses down her neck.
I grabbed her thighs and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, pushing herself against my hard on. I pushed her against the door and then feasted on her breasts before finally capturing her nipple in my mouth.
Both of us moaned loudly.
Her hands pulled at my hair and clawed at my back.
“Please,” she begged.
I sucked on the other nipple and bit down. Her cry filled with pleasure rang in my ears. And then she grabbed my face, made me look up at her and slanted her lips over mine.
“Shit,” I groaned and kissed her harder. My finger slipped up her dress. I shifted her thong to the side and slid my fingers in her sopping wet pussy. “You’re so fucking wet, Moya Lyubov.” I groaned and began fingering her.
“I need you, Nikolai. Now,” she growled, kissing my jaw and my neck. A shiver went down my spine as I carried her to bed.
Fucking hell. We’re not getting out of bed today.
I placed her on the bed just as she cried out her orgasm. I stopped to stare.
We sexted and had phone sex but seeing the real deal was different. It had been a while. Her face had turned red as she let out mouth-watering moans and groans. Her head was tilted back, exposing her smooth neck that I had left hickeys on. I grinned at my creation. And her breasts that were trapped between her bra and dress were calling out to me. And her nip-
“What are you waiting for?” She rasped once she was done, cracking her eye open to look at me.
“I-” Sweet dear Moon Goddess my voice was thick, “I wanted to watch you.”
“Well you’ve watched for one whole month. It’s time to get to work.” I missed that fucking mouth.
I stripped in record time and pounced on her, kissing her lips before trailing down open mouth kisses.
I flicked my claw open and in a single swipe, I tore off her bra and her dress.
“I liked that dress.” Ava groaned which quickly turned into a moan when I began sucking on her nipple, my other hand coming up to give attention to her other breast, moulding and squeezing.
“Buy another one.” I groaned and then trailed more kisses as I moved lower. My lips brushed her under-boob and I placed a kiss over the soft skin. And then sucked a little, licked a little and moved forward.
I wanted to worship every inch of her body. I wanted to taste every square inch of her.
I turned to the side and dug my nose in her cleavage, taking a scent of Ava’s sweetness. I pressed another kiss on each of her breasts and then moved lower. I would kiss, lick and suck. And bit a little. She tasted just like she smelt. Heavenly. And I’d try to get more taste with each flick of my tongue.
Ava was breathing hard, her nails digging hard in my scalp. But she was letting me take my own time. And then I moved lower and my eyes fell on the bump. I stilled.
The bump that held the murderer. Ava’s murderer. I can’t kiss it. I just can’t. An image flashed in my head.
Ava lying cold on a bed, her limp hand in mine. And the sound of a crying baby rang in my ears. But Ava had fallen silent forever. She would never cry, never smile. Her cold lifeless eyes were staring at me. And that empty, lifeless gaze burned tears into my eyes.
And just like that, the moment was gone. And so was my boner.
I pulled away and got off her, sitting on the edge of the bed. I gripped my hair. How the fuck did this happen? She hasn’t even gotten her heat! She can’t be pregnant! This has to be some sick trick.
“Nikolai,” Ava’s hand rested on my back. I tilt my head to the side to look at her. Her face was unbearably sad. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” I turned away and rubbed my face with my hand in frustration. It was my fault. It was my sperm that got her pregnant with that Devil’s spawn. But how?
“No it’s not. It’s all my fault. I should have told you the second I knew. But I was scared.” She slid closer and wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my back.
“Vanessa first told me I was pregnant and I panicked So I went to the doctor. That’s when I found out I was really pregnant. They did a sonogram. We have two little babies in my belly, Nik. They have hearts. I heard their heartbeats.” Her voice turned emotional and she began crying again. “I asked for abortion options. I even bought the pills. But I couldn’t go through with it,” she sobbed, “I can’t kill our babies. They have hearts, Nikolai. I couldn’t kill them. Especially not when we made them out of love and they are half me and half you.”
But you can kill yourself. And they might be half me and half you but they are full Satan’s spawns as well. I wanted to tell her this. But she was already crying and this won’t help. And my motive is not to make her cry, it is to make her understand. And right now, it is to make her smile again.
I turned around and gently pried away the hands that covered her crying face. I brushed away the tears. “Today is your birthday. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
She opened her eyes and looked up at me with helplessness and vulnerability, the wetness in them burned my heart.
“Happy birthday, my Love.” I gave her a smile. A real one.
A shy smile formed on her face, “thank you.”
“Why don’t we go out and have that meal you worked so hard to prepare?” I brought her hands up to my mouth and placed a kiss on the back of each hand. “Let’s celebrate your birthday.” And then talk about your plausible death tomorrow.
Her hands squeezed mine. “I would like that.”