After Alessio was placed in Maria’s arms again, I could have screamed in joy, but I fought it down. I was still holding my Angel, and now she was holding our baby. They were both delicate.
“He is so beautiful.”
And that he was.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You gave us all a scare. That was one hell of an entrance, Alessio,” I said against his now warm skin. He hiccupped in response. His face twisted. His little hands balled into tiny fists, and then he bellowed loudly, almost angrily.
I couldn’t help but laugh. This. This right here was…happiness.
“He is your son, after all,” Maria sighed dreamily. “You Ivanshov men never do anything the easy way. Always dramatic. Always hungry for attention.”
I kissed my Angel’s lips next. “You were perfect. Thank you for giving me a son.”
She hummed in response. “Thank you. For not letting me go. It was your strength that made me go through this without giving up, Lyov. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
“You will never have to do anything without me. We will always be together, Angel.”
A vow was made. I never broke my vows.
They were always made with blood. But this time, it was made from the depth of my heart.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Chapter 21
Maria
7 years later
I waddled out of the bathroom to find Lyov standing in the middle of the room, buttoning his black shirt. He smiled at the sight of me, and my stomach fluttered. No, that definitely wasn’t my daughter kicking at my bladder like three minutes ago. This time…the fluttering feeling belonged to Lyov. Even after almost eight years of marriage, he could still have my stomach tickling with butterflies at just the sight of him and my knees weak with a single heated look of his.
I wasn’t sure how he did it, but I never wanted this feeling to end. I wanted to savor it for the rest of my life. To have the love of a man like Lyov was a treasure.
I walked over to him, and he opened his arms for me, like always. I nestled into his chest and closed my eyes, sinking into the embrace of the man I loved.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, placing a kiss on top of my head. “Is the little princess giving you trouble?”
I shook my head, overwhelmed with happiness at the mention of our baby girl. “No. She’s being a good girl.”
His arms tightened around me. I knew this was hard for him. After my difficult pregnancy with Alessio and the hard time we went through during his birth, Lyov couldn’t bear the thought of me going through that pain again. I had tried a lot over the years to convince him to have another baby, but his answer had always been a cold hard no that sometimes made me flinch. Other times, I would just sigh and try again next week.
Until seven months ago, on a special day, I wore him down.
Apparently, Lyov had super sperm, considering I had still been on birth control pills that night.
But I remembered it fondly. It was a very exciting night indeed. I wasn’t too surprised when I found out I was pregnant soon after, considering Lyov was on a mission.
A mission to fill me with as much cum as possible.
“Your eyes, Angel.”
I smiled at his words and lazily opened them before peeking up at my demanding husband. “You want my attention on you all the time,” I mumbled, although it was far from a complaint.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? I am a greedy man.”
I reached up and ran my hands through his silky black hair. God, how I loved touching him. I never tired of it.
“Like right now,” he growled low in his chest. His hand ran down my side, over my round stomach, and then he parted my legs. Lyov cupped me between my thighs, and he smirked when my lips parted with a silent gasp. “I am greedy and starving for this pussy. Even though I fucked it very thoroughly two hours ago.”
I bit on my lips, stopping the involuntarily moan he was trying to get out of me. Lyov and his filthy words. That I would never get used to.
“You know what I want to do right now?” he asked slowly.
I hummed in response, waiting for him to continue. “I want to bend you over this bed, spread your legs, and feast on this pretty cunt. Fuck, I would kneel for my Queen any day if it meant I could eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. And then I want to fuck you and watch you come real good on my cock.”
This time, I moaned out his name. Lyov chuckled, knowing very well how to play with my mind and body without really touching me.