Accidental Bratva Daddy (Bratva Blessings)

Chapter 15Natalia

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Natalia

L uka's grip on my wrist loosens, his large hand sliding up my arm to cup the back of my neck. He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss until I'm breathless and dizzy with want. Without breaking away, I shift to straddle his lap, careful not to put pressure on his injured side.

The new position brings our bodies flush together, and I can feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of my ruined gown. His free hand finds my hip, fingers digging in possessively as he guides me to rock against him.

I gasp at the friction, breaking the kiss to throw my head back. Luka takes advantage, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat. When he reaches the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, he nips lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Luka," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't... your wound..."

He growls against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “It’s no trouble,” he growls, his voice thick with arousal. "I need you, Natalia. Now."

His words ignite a fire in my blood. I capture his lips once more, pouring all my pent-up emotion into the kiss. My hands roam his broad shoulders, careful to avoid the bandages on his side as I explore the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms.

Luka's fingers find the zipper of my dress, tugging it down with agonizing slowness. As the fabric loosens, he pushes it off my shoulders, his calloused hands leaving trails of fire on my skin. I shrug out of the garment, letting it pool around my waist.

“Beautiful,” Luka breathes, pulling back to drink in the sight of me. His eyes, dark with desire, roam over my body with naked appreciation. "You're so beautiful, moya zhena ."

The endearment—"my wife"—makes my heart skip a beat. I know I shouldn't read too much into it, that this is just physical release after a traumatic night. But a small, traitorous part of me wants it to mean more.

I push the thought aside, focusing instead on the delicious friction as I grind against Luka's growing arousal. He groans, his head falling back against the pillows, exposing the strong column of his throat. Unable to resist, I lean down to press open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, relishing the scratch of his stubble against my lips.

Luka's hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I arch into his touch with a breathy sigh, quietly begging for more. He obliges, cupping my breasts fully and running his thumbs over my nipples until they're tight, aching peaks.

"Luka, I need you. I need all of you right now.”

"Shh, I know what you need," he soothes, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear. "Let me take care of you, darling."

His hands move to my hips, guiding me to lift up slightly. I comply, watching with bated breath as Luka pushes down his sleep pants, freeing his impressive erection. The sight of him, hard and ready for me, sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

"Ride me," Luka commands, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to watch you take me, see the pleasure on your face as you ride my cock."

A shiver runs through me at his words. Slowly, teasingly, I lower myself onto his cock. We both groan as he fills me, the stretch and fullness almost overwhelming. When he's fully seated inside me, I pause, savoring the moment of connection.

Luka's hands come to rest on my still-flat stomach, his touch reverent. "My children," he murmurs, a note of awe in his voice. "Our children. Growing inside you."

The possessive pride in his tone sends a thrill through me. I cover his hands with my own, linking our fingers together. "Ours," I agree softly.

For a moment, we stay like that, lost in the intimacy of the moment. Then Luka's hips rise slightly, reminding me of our current position. I start to move, setting a slow, teasing rhythm that has us both gasping.

"That's it, darling," Luka encourages, his hands moving to grip my hips. "Take what you want from me. Show me how good it feels."

His words spur me on, and I increase my pace. I roll my hips with each downward stroke, taking him deeper. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I cry out in pleasure.

Luka watches me with rapt attention, his eyes dark with lust and something softer, more vulnerable. One hand comes up to touch my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. Without breaking eye contact, I take the digit into my mouth, sucking lightly.

Luka groans, his hips jerking up to meet my downward thrust. "Blyad," he curses in a low, aroused voice. "You're going to be the death of me, Natalia."

I release his thumb with a pop, a wicked smile playing at my lips. "But what a way to go," I tease, clenching my inner muscles around him.

Luka's eyes roll back in pleasure, a string of Russian curses falling from his lips. His hands tighten on my hips, urging me to move faster. I comply, chasing my own release as much as his.

As the tension builds, Luka sits up, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me close. The change in position drives him even deeper, and I gasp at the sensation. His free hand comes up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat.

"Mine," he growls, biting at the sensitive skin. "Say it, Natalia. Tell me who owns this body, this womb.”

"Yours, Luka," I breathe, the words falling from my lips like a confession. "I'm yours. The father of my children, the man who saved me, who awakened this fire in me. Only you."

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as I near the edge. When he pulls back, his eyes are blazing with possessive fire. "And I'm yours, my Natalia,” he says fiercely. "The mother of my heirs, my wife. No other could ever compare."

His confession, raw and honest, pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry of his name, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. Luka comes inside me soon after, and it feels like heaven is released inside of me.

For long moments, we stay locked together, both breathing heavily. I rest my forehead against Luka's, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. His hands roam my back in soothing strokes, as if he can't bear to stop touching me.

Eventually, I lift myself off him, wincing slightly at the loss of connection. Luka helps me settle beside him on the bed, pulling me close so that my head rests on his chest. I drape an arm over his waist, careful to avoid his injured side, and lace our legs together.

As the heat of passion fades, I become acutely aware of our surroundings. The soft sheets beneath us, the faint scent of Luka's cologne clinging to the pillows. For the first time since our first night together, I feel truly safe and at peace.

My fingers trace idle patterns on Luka's skin, mapping the lines of his washboard abs and the intricate tattoos that tell the story of his life. Each design is a work of art, full of meaning and memory. I long to ask about them, to learn every detail of the man beneath me. But I hold my tongue, afraid to break the fragile peace we've found.

Luka's hand comes up to stroke my hair, the gesture unexpectedly tender. "What are you thinking, darling?" he asks softly, his voice rumbling beneath my ear.

I consider deflecting, offering some light response. But the events of the past day—the attack, the revelation of my pregnancy, this moment of vulnerability between us—have left me raw and open. "I'm scared," I admit quietly.

Luka's hand stills in my hair. "Of what?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for honesty. "Of all of this. The rival mafia, the danger. Of being a mother when I can barely take care of myself." I pause, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Of how I feel about you."

For a long moment, Luka is silent. I hold my breath, terrified I've said too much. Then his arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer.

"I'm scared too," he confesses, his voice so low I have to strain to hear it. "I've never... This isn't something I ever thought I'd have. A wife. Children. A family of my own."

I lift my head to look at him, struck by the vulnerability in his expression. "And now that you do have it?"

Luka's eyes meet mine, blazing with an intensity that takes my breath away. "Now that I have it, I'll burn the world to the ground before I let anyone take it from me." His hand comes to rest on my stomach, a possessive warmth that makes my heart race. "You and these children are mine to protect, Natalia. I swear on my life, no harm will ever come to you."

The fierce protectiveness in his voice should frighten me. Instead, it makes me feel cherished, treasured in a way I've never experienced before. I lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips, pouring all the emotion I can't voice into the gesture.

When we part, Luka's expression has softened into something almost tender. "Sleep now, my little kitten,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "We have much to discuss in the morning, but for now, rest. You're safe with me."

As I settle back against his chest, lulled by the steady beat of his heart, I can't help but wonder what the morning will bring. Will Luka regret this moment of vulnerability? Will he push me away, retreat behind the cold, ruthless facade of the mafia boss?

Or will he let me in, let me see the man behind the mask—the man I'm quickly realizing I could fall in love with, despite all the reasons I shouldn't?

With those questions swirling in my mind, I surrender to exhaustion, wrapped safely in Luka's strong arms. Whatever comes next, I know one thing for certain: nothing will ever be the same again.