Page 109 of Dark Desires

“Alexei!” I yelp, clutching at his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying my fiancé to her bedroom,” he says casually. “Got a problem with that?”

I roll my eyes, even as my heart races. “You’re out of your mind, you know that?”

He chuckles. “And you love it.”

I don’t bother denying it. Instead, I let myself relax in his arms as he carries me up the grand staircase. By the time we reach my room, I’m soaked and ready for him.

He kicks the door open, and I can’t help but notice how completely at ease he looks, like he belongs here in my home. Likewebelong here.

He sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist. I look up at him, my breath catching at the way his blue eyes burn into mine. There’s something about the intensity of his gaze that makes my knees weak.

“You’re staring,” I say.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies without missing a beat. “And I’ve been dying to get my hands on you again.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well, what’s stopping you?”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. His lips smash against mine, hot and demanding, and I melt into him, my hands threading through his hair as his arms pull me flush against him.

The way he takes control, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, is overwhelming in the best way.

Somehow, we make it to the bed, our clothes disappearing piece by piece. His hands are everywhere, exploring, caressing, igniting a fire under my skin that I can’t control. When his lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower still, I gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets.

He turns his attention to my baby bump. He can’t stop staring at it.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this,” he says. “It’s the honor of my life to see you carrying my child.”

Then he kneels down, placing a slow, reverent kiss on my belly. In those moments, I feel treasured in a way I never have before. And there’s no doubt he’s going to be the father this little man or woman needs.

“Alexei,” I breathe.

He looks up at me, lust burning in his eyes. “I’ve got you, Isa.”

He stands and prepares to lay me down on the bed, to climb over me.

But I’ve got something else in mind.

“No, Alexei—I’ve gotyou.”

He raises an eyebrow, and with a tug, I pull him around and place my hands on his chest, pushing him onto the bed. He lands on his back, letting out a laugh.

Slowly, I straddle Alexei's hips, feeling the heat of his body radiate up through mine. His hands come to rest on my thighs, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above my knees as he looks up at me with those intense eyes.

“I love you, Isa."

“And I love you, Alexei.”

I lean down to kiss him, moaning softly into his mouth, already feeling him hardening beneath me.My hips roll instinctively against his length as I start rocking slowly—savoring every delicious bit of friction.

I continue to rock my hips against Alexei, the pleasure already building within me. My breath catches as I feel that familiar pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine, his cock rubbing against my clit, making me somehow more soaked than I already am.

“Oh God...” The words slip from my mouth in a gasp.

I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his thick length and position him at my entrance.

Alexei grips my waist firmly, guiding me down onto him in one smooth motion. The sensation is overwhelming—feeling every ridge and vein as he fills me completely.