Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
He glared, and this time it was me laughing. I bit on my lips and coughed, trying to hide my laughter. Boris finally lost his glare, and his lips tilted up in a smile. Leaning down, his lips feathered over mine. “Thank you. For giving me our daughter,” he murmured into my lips.
A heaviness settled on my chest at his words. For years, there had always been something missing. A part of our soul. I had tried not to let it consume me. Boris tried to make me happy and told me he didn’t need a baby. But I saw every time he looked at Alessio or Viktor. And his silent tears were the loudest every time we lost a baby. I heard them at the bottom of my core even when they were just filled with silence. “Thank you. For not giving up on me. For still believing in us.” I could hear how heavy my voice was at the end.
Maddie was our fifth baby.
We lost four babies before her. After the fourth time, I bled…I gave up. I cried. I raged. And I said no more.
It wasn’t until years later that Boris and I finally decided to try again. We were scared. My heart ached when I found out I was pregnant. I was scared to be happy. But then months went by and I didn’t bleed. I had felt my baby kick. It was as if I could breathe again, and for the first time since I had found out I was carrying Maddie, I had a smile. Maria was happy. We were all happy. It was almost an aphrodisiac feeling.
“I will never give up on you, Lena. I will also never let you go,” he said before his kiss turned urgent and needy.
I smiled into his kiss. “You are sweet.”
“Oh, I’ll show you sweet.”
I moaned at the promise because I knew there was nothing sweet about what he was going to do to me.
Our clothes disappeared until our naked bodies were pressed together, feeling each other’s warmth. His hand went between us, and my back arched as he played with my wet core. He pushed a finger inside and then two, humming as he did so. My swollen folds coiled tighter around his fingers, and he knew exactly where to touch me, where my sweet sensitive spots were. His lips found my sensitive nipples, and he teased me, his teeth grazing and biting.
His thumb found my clit, and he pressed and then circled in just the right way to drive me wild. My legs shook, and I panted heavily. My stomach clenched, and my insides convulsed with a small orgasm.
Boris brought his fingers to my lips, and he waited, his eyes dark and needy, holding me in this moment. I sucked my juices off his fingers, and I felt his length jerk between my spread thighs. He pressed harder into me, and I whimpered when he pushed past my entrance.
“I belong right here, baby,” he whispered in my ear as he buried himself deep inside.
My hands left the bedsheet, and I clawed at his back as he thrust into me. “You feel so goddamn good.” His groans filled my ears, and my moans filled the room. His thrusts quickened, and I surrendered to this…to him.
I tilted my hips up, demanding more. Boris hissed in pleasure before pulling out. I whimpered at the loss, but he quickly turned me over and pulled my ass up. As much as he loved looking into my eyes while making love me, he also loved to have me on my knees and my ass up for him.
With one hard thrust, he was inside of me again. Boris slid in easily, and I could hear my wetness. His cock felt so big…so deep as he sheathed himself to the hilt. My breathing was shallow, and I knew I made him just as breathless. His hips jerked against mine, and he pumped harder inside me. With each stroke, I pushed against him, making me groan and driving him crazy. My body started to tingle, and I felt myself coming again. My fingers clawed at the bedding, and I cried out with each hard thrust.
Boris reached between my thighs, and his thumb found my sensitive clit again. He tugged at my little hard nub and rammed inside of me at the same time. My scream filled the room, and I felt myself gushing, milking him.
His thrusts grew urgent, and soon enough, he joined me. His essence filled me, and my eyes closed.
Through a hazy fog, I felt his lips whisper on the back of my shoulders. He placed four sweet kisses there. And I smiled.
Four kisses. I knew exactly where his lips had touched. Four black sparrows were tattooed on my shoulder, deep ingrained in me. My babies would always be here with me.