The Life by Bethany-Kris

body calming under his skillful hands.
    “You’re wrinkly.” Anton shook his head and kissed the tips of her fingers where water had puckered her skin, warming them instantly. “And cold.” His lips trailed a hot path down the side of her rounded midsection, his grip loosening from her wrists only to find her thighs and spread them opened further. The closer he came to her throbbing sex, the more her nerves grew. “Shh, stop shaking, baby. Let me in.”
    Viviana hadn’t realized she’d been unknowingly trying to close her legs on him. Propping herself up on her elbows, she bit the corner of her lip. Something about being pregnant had made her slightly uncomfortable with oral sex. She purposely diverted Anton’s attention every damned time he made his way down there.
    Now, though, she was aching to see and feel him like that. To see his mouth love her into oblivion. To know he was tasting her pussy when she was so full of the life he had given her. To feel him owning her body beautifully.
    “Let me in.” When his hands pushed at her thighs to widen them again, Viviana felt her knees fall open under his want. Soothing and sweet, Anton’s voice echoed in the darkened bedroom when he said, “There you go, baby.”
    When the tip of his thumb slid between the fleshy folds of her swollen, wet sex, Viviana yelped in surprise. She hadn’t been expecting that, and the swell of her midsection made it a bit difficult to see everything he was doing. Chuckling darkly at her response, Anton kissed the inside of her thigh before laying a gentle bite down to the same spot.
    “You know what makes me proud?” he asked, that thumb of his pressing with just enough pressure to stretch the entrance of her pussy. The teasing contact had her rocking into his hand, wanting so much more.
    “What’s that?”
    “I have an amazing wife. Strong, brave, and smart. You could have just as easily turned around and left, found your bulls and let them get you away, but instead you stood your ground. It doesn’t matter if what she said hurt, you couldn’t let it be said without proper justification. Not for the Bratva, or Cosa Nostra, or even you, just for us. For who we are. That’s honor, baby, in a way a lot of people can’t begin to understand.”
    When his thumb slid into her soaked, clenching pussy, Viviana moaned.
    “And you’re beautiful,” Anton added, drawing her gaze in to watch him focus his attention between her thighs. “So goddamn beautiful. Lighting up my fucking life every day you breathe, Viviana. Always.”
    It wasn’t a moment later before his mouth was covering her sex, too, that skillfully quick tongue of his striking out to spear her aching clit with a force to make her shake. The cry that bubbled its way up from her middle resounded above her shuddering pants and his approving growl. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, she felt electrified.
    With her fingers finding purchase tangled in her husband’s hair, Viviana rested back on her one elbow and simply felt him. Felt the way his tongue lavished a slow, tantalizing beat to her sex and how his thumb caressed her tightening passage.
    Her blood rushed through expanding veins, pounding in her ear drums as her legs widened further and air sucked through her clenched teeth. The sounds of his tongue lapping at her pussy, sweeping away her arousal with every lick and suck had her peaking quicker than she thought possible. There was something beautifully harsh coiling around her beating heart, burning bright colors behind her closed eyelids.
    Viviana didn’t even care what the man touching her had done is his life to get where he was. She just didn’t—he was hers . Anton could be as bad as he wanted, washed in his own fucking sin, but he’d always be hers.
    When his teeth nipped into the tender flesh of her sex, mouth encasing to suck hard against her clit, Viviana felt every nerve in her body snap awake with life. The pleasure of ecstasy sung through