Page 15 of Crystal Veil (Rostov Bratva #2)

I back her toward the wall, my hands moving to her waist, feeling the changes pregnancy has brought to her body.

She's fuller now, softer in some places, but still strong and perfectly Elena.

My palms slide to her thighs, then up to curve around her spine.

Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging me closer as her body molds to mine like she was made to fit against me.

I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist. She weighs nothing in my arms, this woman who carries my child and my heart. The wall is cold against her back, but I warm her with every kiss, every stroke, and every breath that mingles with hers.

Her shirt is the first to go, its buttons ripped free and flung aside without ceremony. My lips trail down the column of her throat, tasting salt and need and the faint sweetness of her perfume. Her moan is the only sound I want to hear, better than any music, more beautiful than any prayer.

I pull her jeans off, dropping them in a puddle on the floor.

My hands slide over her skin, palms firm against her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin and the way she trembles under my touch.

I feel the heat of her through the thin lace of her underwear, feel her hips arch into my touch with a need that matches my own.

“Renat,” she gasps.

I pull her panties down slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin, then press my mouth to her center.

I inhale her sweet scent as I swirl my tongue over her clit.

I moan against her as I dig my fingers deeper into her creamy thighs, pulling her legs apart.

Her pussy is dripping wet, her moans making my cock harder.

My mouth envelops her clit licking and sucking.

I push a finger into her pussy, and her back arches in response.

Nibbling my way down her luscious thigh, I push a second finger in. She gasps, a moan caught in her throat.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tightly as I fuck her hard with my fingers. “Oh my God,” she pants. “Renat…I’m g-going to c-come.”

My mouth ravishes her clit as my fingers work an orgasm out of her. Her face is radiant when she falls apart for me. She tastes like home, like everything I never knew I was searching for.

I rise, eyes locked on hers, and she reaches for me with hands that are shaking. Her fingers work at my belt, my slacks, pushing fabric aside with an urgency that matches the fire burning in my veins.

My slacks drop, then my briefs. She wraps her hand around my cock, stroking once, twice, before guiding me to her. The touch sends lightning through my nervous system, short-circuiting every thought except the need to be inside her, to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.

I slide into her with a groan that comes from the depths of my soul. Her back arches. Her head tips back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. She's so warm, so perfect, and completely mine.

“You feel like home,” I whisper against her ear, the words surprising me with their honesty.

Her arms tighten around my neck, her lips brushing against my jaw. “Then stay.”

We move as one, finding a rhythm that's chaotic and perfect.

The wall supports her weight as I thrust deeper, harder, chasing a connection that goes beyond the physical.

This is more than sex, more than desire.

This is claiming, marking, a declaration of war against anyone who would try to take her from me.

“ Mine ,” I growl against her mouth.

I fuck her even faster, cupping her ass in my hands. Her insides are on fire. Throwing her head back, she cries out, sobbing from pleasure. Her inner walls grip me like a vise, until her pussy ripples around my cock as she rides out her orgasm.

I lose myself to her, to everything we've never stated, everything we've fought so hard to hide. The world narrows to just us, just this moment, just the sound of our breathing and the beat of our hearts.

I rock into her, fucking her at a feverish pace, pulling my entire length out of her and back in.

I want her to feel all of me with every thrust. She digs her nails into my back, pulling me deep with every stroke.

Her taut nipples slide against my chest. Capturing her lips with mine, I explode inside of her, her pussy milking every drop of my cum.

When it's over, I hold her. Her skin slick with sweat, her heart beating against mine in a rhythm I want to memorize.

The nursery around us seems different now, charged with possibility and promise.

This is where we'll raise our child, where we'll build something that neither my world nor hers could destroy alone.

She buries her face in my neck, her breath warm against my skin. “I love you,” she whispers.

I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are still bright with unshed tears, but there's something else there now. Hope and trust.

“I love you.”

She smiles through her tears, and the expression transforms her face into something so beautiful it steals my breath. “Then we fight for each other. No more secrets. No more pushing me away.”

I nod, brushing her hair back from her face. The dark strands are damp with sweat, clinging to her skin. “No more.”

But even as I speak the words, as I mean them with every fiber of my being, I know the war isn't over. Bennato still breathes. Bianca still schemes. Sergey's betrayal still cuts fresh. The enemies gathering around us won't simply disappear because we've finally admitted what we feel.

It's only just begun.