Anatoly Medlov by Latrivia S. Nelson Page A

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    Chapter Five
    Dmitry ran his hand over his wife’s bare stomach and kissed her navel that poked slightly out above her bulge. Trailing the dark line from her belly button down midway of her lower abdomen with his fingers, he curiously stared at the young being developing safely in her womb.
     
    In his mind, Dmitry hoped for a boy. It was one of his sincerest dreams to have a young man that he could raise from birth, instead of only having a chance to influence his seed after adulthood, like he had done with Anatoly. Plus, he already had a perfect little girl. His Anya was asleep now in an adjoining room, dreaming of unicorns and lollipops.
     
    Royal lay in the bed topless with a smile on her lips watching her husband as he marveled at his newest creation. He seemed to be fascinated by their pregnancy and even more fascinated by her ever-changing body, even though this was their second child. She found it ironic that a man so accustomed to taking life was equally obsessive about giving it. For that, she was thankful.
     
    Nuzzling her head deeper down into the pillows, she giggled when she felt him tug at her panties.
     
    “Didn’t you say that you had a meeting with your new nephew?” she asked, raising her hips obediently.
     
    He carefully removed her black lace underwear and licked his lips. It had nearly been a full day since he had felt the warmth of his young wife. He needed her now.
     
    “ Da . I have meeting later,” he said gfly, concentrating on her body. “I don’t know. I think pregnancy becomes you. Maybe I keep you pregnant for a while. You need to give me a few more sons and a few more daughters.”
     
    His dreamy, blue eyes flashed towards her and caused a skip of her heartbeat. She bit her lip as his finger slid in between her steaming thighs.
     
    “The job of populating the Medlov ranks is not so bad, you know. I enjoy my responsibilities.” His thick, Russian accent sounded even sexier when he was aroused.
     
    “My goodness, Dmitry. You’re such a freak. And the fact that you would abuse a pregnant woman makes you even more of a deviant, you know. ” She closed her eyes and moaned as he fondled her.
     
    There was a part of Dmitry that quietly appreciated the fact that her statement didn’t bother her. He remembered a short time ago when discussing sex, abuse and pregnancy, even jokingly, would have had a serious and disturbing reaction that would have instantly drudged up old memories of his long-dead brother, Ivan.
     
    But over time, his beautiful Royal had healed from her emotional wounds and now allowed herself the ability to have fun.
     
    He smiled at the thought of finally getting through that dark portion in their marriage. “Au contraire. I am not a freak. I am master of all freakdom,” he corrected in a husky baritone. “And you are my willing slave.”
     
    “Careful with that slave stuff,” she said laughing. “You forget that I’m sensitive about my heritage .”
     
    He shook his head and grinned. On his knees, he pulled off his dress shirt and undershirt and threw them on the floor beside the bed. “Before I make you remember why you are my slave and why I am master of all of freakdom , can I ask you question?” His voice changed. A hint of serious concern laced his words.
     
    “Yes,” Royal said, now up on her knees helping him unbutton his pants.
     
    “I told you what happened between the two boys today. What do you think about it?” His belt jingled as she tugged at it. “You never said. And you always say.”
     
    Royal stopped and looked up at her husband. His muscles rippled through his torso under the many tattoos that colored his massive body. His cologne intoxicated her. His hands made her quiver and turn to clay. Dmitry was the sexiest man that she had ever laid her eyes on, even as an older, more seasoned gentleman. But conversations like this could ruin any mood regardless of beauty.
     
    “What do I think?” she