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The first thingI feel when I wake is warmth.
Soft, curvy, pressed against me like she belongs there.
Lila.
Her scent—vanilla, something sweet and uniquely her—fills my lungs as I nuzzle against her neck, my arms wrapped protectively around her, my hand splayed over the curve of her swollen belly.
She stirs, letting out a soft sigh, pressing closer.
My cock hardens instantly, already aching, already needing her again.
I trail my lips along her bare shoulder, my fingers tracing slow circles over her stomach before sliding lower, between her legs, where she’s already wet and waiting.
She lets out a sleepy moan, her hips shifting against me. “Mikhail,” she whispers, her voice still heavy with sleep.
I smirk, rolling her onto her back, making sure her belly is cradled, protected as I settle between her thighs.
“Again?” I murmur, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock.
She exhales sharply, her eyes fluttering open, her lips parting as she nods.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I press a kiss to her lips, then her throat, then lower, my hands sliding beneath her thighs as I sink inside her again, her body welcoming me like she was made for this.
Lila trembles beneath me, her breath coming in soft, desperate pants as I move inside her, slow and deep, making her feel everything. Her hands slide up my arms, nails dragging across my skin. Her lips part, a breathy moan slipping free, and I swallow it with a kiss, devouring her sounds, her surrender, her heat.
She’s still tight, still soaked from last night, gripping me in a way that makes my control slip, piece by piece. I tilt her hips, angling deeper, and she gasps, her body tightening around me, her thighs trembling.
Her head tilts back, exposing the long curve of her throat, her pulse thrumming beneath my lips as I bite, suck, soothe.
“You feel so good,” she breathes, voice wrecked, her hands sliding into my hair, pulling me closer.
I groan against her skin, grinding deeper, slower, letting her feel every inch of me stretching her open, claiming her all over again.
Her body tenses, her walls clenching, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her ear, my hand slipping between us, fingers circling her clit, pushing her over the edge.
She shatters, her back arching, her lips parting as she cries out my name, her release milking me, dragging me under with her.
I follow her over the edge, thrusting deep, emptying myself inside her, groaning her name as pleasure rips through me.
For a long moment, we just breathe, tangled together, her body still trembling beneath mine. I cradle her face, brushing my lips softly over hers, savoring the taste of her, the way she melts into me.
She should hate me for what I’ve done, for dragging her back into my world.
But right now, with her body wrapped around mine, completely undone beneath me?—
I know she belongs exactly where she is.
I balancethe tray carefully as I push open the bedroom door. She’s still wrapped up in the sheets, her hair a mess, her skin glowing from last night, and fuck, I could get used to this.
Lila blinks at me, confused, as I set the tray down beside her. Toast, eggs, fresh fruit, and tea. All her favorites.
“You made me breakfast?” she asks, still sounding half-asleep.
I smirk. “Don’t look so shocked,kiska.”