Page 89 of Cruel Russian Pakhan

“No.” His voice went low and serious. “My wife. Glowing. Full of life. Carrying our child. And still managing to drive me completely out of my mind.”

I turned around slowly, my belly shifting between us, his fingers trailing softly along my side.

“Lev, you don't have to lie to me. I know what I look like.”

He pressed a finger gently to my lips.

“You've been hiding from me, Katya, and I gave you space. But I was wrong. As your husband, it’s my duty to make you feel loved and cherished. Hearing you call yourself a beached whale…” he paused, eyes darkening with guilt, “...it makes me realize I haven’t done a good job of showing you how beautiful you are, carrying our child. How incredible you feel under my hands. How much I crave you. How much I crave seeing you.”

I closed my eyes. He wasn’t wrong. I had been hiding.

Before, I had no problem having sex with Lev with the lights on. But the bigger I got, the more self-conscious I became. I’d light candles or leave the bathroom light on with the door cracked, just enough to cast a soft glow.

We still had amazing sex, and he never said a word. I thought maybe he hadn’t noticed.

But this was Lev—of course he noticed. I should’ve known he’d say something eventually.

“Katya,” he said, voice dipping to that sensually low octave, “will you let me worship your body tonight, with the lights on?”

I sighed, already melting. How could I say no to him, when he looked at me with so much love in his eyes?

“Yes.”

He shifted me carefully onto my back, tucking pillows beneath my side. As he bent to kiss my lips, his hand slid under my nightgown, stroking the skin of my thigh. I tangled my hands in his hair, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.

“Lev,” I whispered, already trembling.

“I love making you feel like this,” he murmured. “Love hearing my name slip past your lips when my hands and mouth are on you.”

He gently pulled back, removed my nightgown and panties, then slipped off his boxers. His eyes roamed over my body, and I blushed, clenching my thighs.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

What followed was slow and intimate. As promised, Lev worshipped me. He teased and caressed my breasts, kissed the curve of my belly, and trailed his fingers lightly over my skin, setting off fireworks beneath my flesh. Then he settled between my thighs.

He licked me with his flat tongue, and I moaned, clutching the sheets around me. He licked and sucked and tormented my clit until I came undone beneath his mouth.

Then he crawled up and kissed me, and I loved tasting myself on his lips.

“I love you, Katya.”

“I love y…” The rest of my words vanished in a gasp as Lev eased his cock into my throbbing pussy, careful not to press against my belly.

We moved together slowly, intimately, gradually building pace until Lev knelt between my legs, gripping my thighs as he rocked into me. When I came again, I pulled him over the edge with me.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed that expression on his face…pure bliss.

When he came down from his orgasm, he cleaned me up, then himself. He gently turned me on my side, helped me settlewith my pregnancy pillow, and wrapped an arm under my belly, holding me close.

“I’ll never stop falling in love with you,” he whispered into my hair.

I smiled, my heart so full it ached.

“Then fall, Lev,” I whispered. “I’ll always catch you.”

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