Page 43 of His Ruthless Vow

“You're the one who just came in my kitchen, naughty girl."

"I’m not naughty," I pout, dipping my head.

“Then come again," he whispers against my lips before he kisses me again and settles between my thighs, close enough I feel his prodding at my thigh. He reaches down and lines himself up, sliding his head through my moisture as I pull him closer with my legs, and he pushes in, watching my face while I take him.

With so much pressure down there due to the baby sitting so low, I have to breathe through the stretch. My shirt is bunched under my breasts and my belly crowds the space between us and he keeps one hand on my hip so I don’t slide backward on the counter.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah," I grunt. "Fuck me."

He seats himself and stays there a second, forehead on mine, then pulls back and thrusts in again. Every stroke fills me and I hold onto his neck for balance and he kisses me between thrusts.

“That’s it,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

“Shut up and fuck me already."

Dimitri chuckles and pulls me onto his dick harder. When he hits the right spot I groan into his mouth. I'm a mess, whimpering and clawing at his skin while his hand slides up under my shirt and cups my breast. I arch into it as much as I can like this but being hugely pregnant puts a real damper on my sex life.

He pulls me closer to the edge so he can get deeper without crushing the baby, and I have to lean back on my hands to let him sink in. He kisses my breasts, my jaw, my pulse point so hungrily it leaves me breathless and my eyes roll back in my head.

I'm going to detonate again and it's going to be really intense. My breathing comes out in gurgled moans and through my teeth as my jaw clenches.

“You with me?” he asks.

“God, yes," I whimper. "More."

He fucks me in that same deep grind, hips rolling, hand back on my breast, then down to my hip, then between us again. I’m not graceful either. My shirt keeps riding up. My belly’s in the way and he works around it like he’s been doing for months. It's like the shape of my body changing has only made him want me more.

“Shit," I hiss, "so close." I hook my legs higher and pull him in and the next stroke knocks a whimper out of me. He slips his hand between us and finds my clit, rubbing hard as I drop my head back and let my mouth hang open. But I'm starting to see stars, staring to feel the first aching burn of orgasm creeping in.

“Right there,” I say. “Fuck. Yes. Now." I rock against him as much as I can with this belly in the way and he keeps the angle perfect as I clench around him. My thighs start to tremble and my belly tightens.

“God, now," I say again, and this time, I mean it.

"God, yes," he groans as my body clamps down. The first flutter hits and I claw at his side, panting. I come hard, pulsing and contracting in hard waves that lock my thighs and make my whole body twitch again.

Dimitri pulls my hip so I can't slide backward and keeps rubbing my clit while I clench and soak him. He fucks me through every pulse, shorter strokes, staying deep, until the last one fades and I’m wrecked and spent. My body goes limp, resting backward on the window behind me, and he slows only for a second before reseating himself and chasing his own climax.

When I whisper, "Come inside me," he snaps, groaning against my mouth as he spills into me in hard pulses, still thrusting through it, still holding my hips while he finishes. It's hot and sticky, draining out of me as quickly as he shoots it into me, and I grin and let the endorphins take over.

For several long seconds, I'm delirious, eyes rolled back in my head, body lip as I lean on the window. Then I remember where I'm at and how easily our neighbors across the alley could be looking, and I push his eager lips back from my chest where he places hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Come on. The windows." I urge, and he grins and steps back. When his dick leaves me, it's nothing short of a flood, which he uses a clean dish towel to wipe up, then helps me off the counter.

When he finds my clothes and gives them to me, I balance with a hand on the counter and watch him zip up as I dress. Life changed so dramatically, I never had a chance to decide if I wanted it or if it was something I was being forced to deal with. Now, after months of living together, I know this is something I want. Dimitri Sokolov is turning out to be someone I could envision myself with the rest of my life.

My future might look different than I planned, but at least I can envision it now, and it definitely includes him.

27

DIMITRI

The heat in Komarovo is oppressive today, and I’m sweating through my shirt before we even make it through the doors of the baby store. The walk from the car to the store is less than a hundred meters, but the air conditioning hits us like a wave of relief, and I watch Alana close her eyes and tilt her face upward, letting the breeze wash over her flushed skin.

She’s enormous now, belly leading the way like a proud declaration of what’s coming, and she’s been complaining all morning about her swollen feet and the way the baby seems to be sitting directly on her bladder, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me.

"We’re actually doing this," she says, opening her eyes and smiling at me as she fans herself with the store flyer she grabbed on the way in. "I can’t believe we’re buying a crib."