Accidental Bratva Daddy (Bratva Blessings)

BONUS EPILOGUE

Natalia

The winters mornings are much lazier now that Nadezhda and Igor are in school, although I do find myself missing their presence at home during the day. Life has a way of making you miss the things you wanted to move on from, nostalgic for a past that was equally as stressful as it was wonderful.

Luka knows me well enough to pick up on my feelings almost straight away. Just a week after the kids start their classes, he props himself up on the pillow beside me in bed and studies my forlorn expression.

“What?” I ask, noticing his piercing stare. It’s hard not to with how beautiful his pale blue eyes are.

He grins, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he shrugs his broad shoulders. He runs a hand through his hair and then places a large palm on the side of my head, his fingers gently caressing the roots of my hair. "I know you're sad about the kids."

"I'm not," I reply, perhaps a little too quickly.

He chuckles. "Don't lie to me, moya lyubov. I know you better than that."

I sigh. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm just not used to the house being so... empty."

"It's nice to have some time alone though, no?"

I look out the window, a weight in my chest lifting. "That's true."

"And they're not gone forever. They'll be back soon enough," Luka says, smiling as I look back at him. "And then, when they're not here, we'll make the most of it. Sound good?"

I nod, laughing softly. "I do like the sound of that."

He pulls me closer and I bury my face into his chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his embrace. My fingers dance across his pectoral muscles, and then trace the faint scar from where he was stabbed so many years ago. Every moment still lives in the forefront of my mind, but thankfully, our enemies no longer exist. We're safe now, and have been for years.

"I love you, Luka," I say, feeling a warmth in my belly as he adjusts his powerful body in the bed. His skin feels like heaven against mine.

"Mmm, I love you too. All of you. Every inch." He slides his hand down to my belly, slowing down as he approaches my heat, and grins. He knows what he's doing. He's always such a tease, but then he always gives me what I want in the end. And right now, all I want is to stop being sad and start enjoying the beautiful silence we have now that the house is empty.

And the opportunity to bond without having to use hushed voices or quiet movements. I miss screaming his name.

"Luka..." I moan softly, rolling onto my back. "I want you."

He looks down at me and bites his lip, his gaze filled with passion and desire. "Oh, is that so?" he teases.

I arch my back, allowing the silk sheets to slide off my body. "Yes."

He leans down and presses his lips against my throat, sucking on the sensitive skin until a red mark appears. It will fade in a few hours, but for now, it's proof that I'm his. When was the last time he got to declare ownership of me like this?

I moan, grabbing his hips and pulling them towards me, desperate to feel him inside me. He chuckles, knowing how badly I need this right now, and doesn't waste any time sliding his thick shaft into me. He's so big, he fills me up completely, and every time feels just as amazing as the first.

He's not wearing a condom this time, but lately we've been riskier, and he's been waiting longer and longer before pulling out. Last time, he came all over my belly, and some dripped down between my legs, but we cleaned it up quickly.

The idea of having another baby has been floating around between us for some time, but neither of us has suggested it during sex. I wonder if he'll change his mind, or if he prefers having the house empty and me all to himself every morning.

I guess it's something we can discuss later.

For now, all I want to do is focus on him, on the way his skin feels and the sounds of pleasure he makes, the way his muscles contract as he rocks his body, sliding in and out of me, faster and faster until he gets close to climaxing. The anticipation drives me over the edge, and pleasure rolls through my body in waves that are much more violent when I remember I can be as vocal as I want.

"Fuck, yes," I scream, wrapping my legs around him, holding him against me as his body tenses up, his cock throbbing inside me. "Fuck me harder."

Luka moans, throwing his head back. His lips are parted, his breaths deep and short, his hips jerking with each thrust. "I'm going to come," he growls. "You have to let me pull out."

I tighten my legs around his hips, pushing him in deeper as I look into his eyes. "Come inside me," I demand. "Fill me up."

He's flustered, stammering out an uncertain response as he fights with his inevitable orgasm. "B-but, you might get pregnant."

"I want you to make me pregnant," I moan. "I want to have another baby with you."

The words send him over the edge, and he can't fight the pleasure any longer. He grabs onto the headboard and lets out a primal groan, his hips rocking furiously as he comes deep inside me.

His warm seed fills me up, and the feeling alone is enough to drive me into a second climax. It's so intense, I forget to breathe for a moment, and the world goes white.

When the pleasure subsides, we collapse together, panting and gasping for air. We laugh, holding each other close as we come down from the high.

"Another baby, huh?" he says, stroking my hair.

I look up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "Yeah. Maybe."

He grins, and the excitement is evident in his eyes. "That would be nice."

My heart skips a beat. "Really?"

"Absolutely."

"And the house will be busy again, and we won't get much sleep," I joke, laughing nervously.

He cups my face with his hand and strokes my cheek, gazing at me with a kind smile. "We can handle anything together, moya lyubov. No matter what."

"I know."

"Do you think we can get another one?" he asks. "Maybe twins?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out." He rolls on top of me, grinning mischievously.