Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334

“I need you,” I finally murmured, my voice muffled by his neck.

He didn’t hesitate.

We moved slower than we had started, savoring each touch as we helped each other out of our clothes. Andrei’s hands traced every curve of my body, his lips following the path his fingers made. When he kissed the hollow of my throat, I arched against him, already wanting more.

He laid me back on the bed gently and began moving lower pressing kisses to my collarbone, my breasts, the soft skin of my stomach where our baby was growing

When his mouth found my clit, I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair. He took his time feasting on me, painstakingly patient and thorough, tongue flicking across the sensitive bud until I was trembling. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I nearly splintered right then and there.

“Andrei,” I whispered, fingers tightening in his hair as my orgasm began to crest.

As if my name on his tongue were ammunition for his fervor, he quickened his pace, tongue swirling almost erratically. It flicked in perfect circles around my clit, slid down to my opening and even lower still, then back up with precision until he drew the bud into his mouth again.

I cracked then, lights dancing across my vision as my peak swelled, then exploded with a wave of pleasure so intense that I nearly forgot to breathe.

Only once I was a quivering puddle of need did Andrei gently release my wetness from his mouth and move back up my body, kissing me deeply as he settled between my legs. He slipped into me with ease, the familiar stretch eliciting a whimper of pleasure from my mouth.

Fully seated now, Andrei hesitated, hands coming down to cup my hips.

“How do you want it?” he whispered. His voice was strained, tense, like he was already holding himself back.” Slow and tender, or…”

“Fuck me like it’s your last night alive,” I demanded.

I didn’t need to tell him twice. He began moving with fervor, each thrust solid and deep and aching. I gripped the sheets and cried out with each movement, another peak swelling in my low belly already.

“Come for me,” Andrei said, pressing his forehead against mine as he slammed into me. “I want to feel you come again and again and-”

My inner walls clenched and pulsed around him on command. My back arched, head thrown back against the pillow, fingers digging into the flesh of his back. I felt another wave of ecstasy crash over me, leaving my legs trembling and weak.

It was as I was in the midst of my pleasure that Andrei scooped his arm under my back and repositioned me so I was on my belly. He hooked one of my legs up until it was at a ninety–degree angle, then pressed it into the mattress. A deep groan echoed from both of our lips in tandem as he slipped deeper into me from the angle alone.

“You feel so good,” Andrei huffed, his thrusts growing more halting now, more erratic. His balls slapped against my clit with each one, making the already swollen area feel even more sensitive. “If nothing else keeps me alive during battle, then it’s this perfect pussy of yours.”

“You’re so typical,” I teased through the gasps brought on by each slam of his thick member into me. “Only thinking of my body when you’re on death’s doorstep.”

Andrei’s lips twitched. “Can you blame me? You’re fucking perfect.” Andrei’s hands roamed my body in

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reverence, squeezing my hips, my ass, then coming around to cup my breasts. They’d grow tents with the pregnancy, so when he lightly pinched my nipples, 1 bit mylip in pleasure,

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