<b>Chapter </b><b>167 </b>


    Elena’s POV:


    As much as I loved being kissed, doing it while my son watched was weird. No matter the fact that he was only a baby, his wide, curious eyes were fixed on us, unblinking and innocent.


    A surge of heat that had nothing to do with desire crept up my neck, and I felt a faint flush of embarrassment. I loved this man, I craved this intimacy, but there was a quiet, domestic sanctity in this room that felt like it shouldn’t be breached.


    Pushing the strange, conflicting feelings of the moment down, I gently pulled away from Niki. “Come on, little one,” I murmured. “Is buba full?” ! leaned down and kissed the top of his head, his downy hair a soft tickle against my lips. Haider let out a satisfied sigh, a tiny sound of contentment that made my heart swell,


    I gently lifted him, careful to keep his head supported, and pushed myself up from the bed. I made my way to his cot. As I walked, I felt Niki follow me. The moment I ced Haider in the cot, his arms came around my waist from behind. He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and I shivered, the


    simple touch sending a wave of longing through me.


    “Are you tired?” I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper. I reached up and turned on the music mobile perched on top of the cot. The melody, a gentle, lilting tune, filled the air. Haider’s eyes, wide and luminous, were immediately snagged by the spinning toy elephants and giraffes. He cooed, a soft, happy sound as he watched the colorful figures dance in a slow, mesmerizing circle.


    Niki chuckled, the vibration of his chest making me shudder as he pressed soft, lingering kisses along my neck, trailing them down to my shoulder. His


    voice was a low rumble in my ear. “What do you think?”


    I bit my lip, a breathyugh escaping me. “You definitely don’t seem tired,” I said, a yful tone in my voice. The heat was returning, stronger now, wrapping around me like aforting nket. “Why all of a sudden?” I asked, my voice barely audible.


    He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Well, a little birdy told me that my wife is sexually frustrated and needs her husband to understand.” His words wereced with amusement and a deep, possessive affection.


    My cheeks flushed. “Aren’t doctors supposed to keep their talks with patients private?” I questioned, feigning offense even as my body leaned into his.


    He chuckled, and the sound sent a thrill through me. He pulled me back, away from the cot, towards the single bed. The moment we were close enough, he pushed me down effortlessly. He loomed over me, caging me in with his arms, the bed creaking softly under his weight.


    Bending down, and his lips captured mine once again, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.


    This time, there was no awkwardness, no lingering thought of Haider’s presence. There was only Niki, the raw desire in his kiss, the familiar weight of his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss, my fingers tangling in the slicked–back hair at the nape of his neck. The world narrowed to the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of him, the frantic rhythm of my own heart.


    He pulled away slowly, his eyes flitting to the open window. A sliver ofte afternoon light cut through the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Although the door to our room was locked and we were on the highest floor, a sense of unease settled over me. It felt weird, this sudden openness with the curtains pulled back. But then, a sh of a memory, a scorching, vivid memory, came to mind.


    I was reminded of the time we did it in his office, with the full, panoramic view of the streets below and all their unsuspecting citizens. I felt my neck heat up, a deep, scarlet blush spreading down my chest. God. How could I have been so shameless? The memory was a fire, and it only turned me on further. The thought of that risk was like a drug.


    His lips quirked up into a knowing smirk as our eyes locked again. Without a word, he began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled down his tie, tossing it <b>to </b>the floor. My eyes roamed over his form, hungry and unashamed. The circr scar caught my eyes. Right above it was the bullet wound, a faded, angry mark. I frowned, but my brain went offline as he bent down, his hand gripping my neck, his teeth lightly biting into the lobe, sending a shocking jolt of pure pleasure through me. I gasped, a soft, involuntary sound.


    “What are you thinking about? I’m standing here right in front of you. Focus on this,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against my skin. <b>He </b><b>then </b>began pulling up my loose, cotton green dress. The fabric slid against my skin.


    Within five seconds, the dress was off me, leaving me in nothing but nude panties. I hadn’t been wearing a bra since I was <b>in </b>the <b>privacy </b><b>of </b><b>the </b><b>hospital </b>


    <b>orion </b>


    room with just nurses and my family visiting. Now, the sudden exposure made me feel incredibly self–conscious. I pulled away a little, a small, pathetic attempt to cover myself, but he was too quick. His hand shot out and gripped my ankle, pulling me down to the bed with an easy, fluid motion. “Nike” gasped.


    “Don’t run away. Why are you getting shy now?” he said. I could feel him rock hard against me. His thumb traced my lips, a feather–light touch that sent a shiver through me as his eyes darkened, looking at me with a raw, almost predatory intensity. “You know your safe word, right?” he asked, a final, necessary moment of rity before the fall.


    I paused, my mind racing. “Red for stop. Yellow to slow down,” I answered, the words feeling foreign and ridiculous on my tongue in this moment


    A smirk spread across his face. “Good girl.”


    The next moment, I couldn’t help my eyes from flitting to the cot where Haider was. This side of the <i>cot </i>wasn’t transparent and so I couldn’t actually see him. But before I could question the sanity of this, hisrge hands covered my eyes, a warm, reassuring darkness. “He’ll be fine. It’s his nap time soon, he’ll fall asleep. Just keep your voice low,” he whispered, a hint of yful warning in his tone. I looked at him incredulously from behind his hands.


    Keep my voice low? That was an impossible feat with him, with the way he made me feel. He pulled his hands away from my eyes and grinned as though he could read my thoughts. He moved, his body shifting over mine, his lips kissing a trail down my chest. He took one of my nipples into his mouth before biting it, a sharp, delightful pain that made my breath hitch. His other hand roamed, slipping inside my soaked underwear : fingers rubbing circles right over my core. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure shuddered through me.


    Oh god. How was I going to stay quiet? I could already feel the tremors building up, a slow, insistent climb towards a peak I knew I wouldn’t be able stay silent for. A low moan escaped me as he pushed in two fingers, then three, making sure I was ready. He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked o probably looking for any signs of difort, any hesitation.


    Even though it seemed like he was trying to be rough, I knew he was being very gentle, avoiding my stitches and making sure not to put any pressure or weight on me. Even his bites and hickeys weren’t as rough as I had once be used to. Which wasn’t as bad as I imagined. Yes, I liked it rough, but after this long, after the trauma my body had gone through? I would rather start slow, making sure it didn’t hurt.


    After a few more minutes of his ministrations, my toes curled into the sheets. “Enough. Put it in… I’m gonna cum,” I said with a gasp, the words a desperate, urgent plea. He pulled his fingers away, the cold air rushing in and making me gasp again.


    He bent down, kissing me once again before pulling away and bringing a small square packet to his lips. Condom. Right. We’d always done it without <i>one</i>, but then the IUD failed. Not that it mattered. I would take him any way I could get him<i>, </i>and all I wanted at that moment was him inside me. I watched him roll on the condom, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me closer to him, his hands intertwining with mine. “Ready, Malishka?” he whispered, his <i>eyes </i>looking into mine, his warmth all around me. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I breathed.


    I felt his blunt head right on my core before he pushed into <i>me </i>slowly<i>, </i>his entry an exquisite, agonizing pleasure that made my toes curl. I moaned, only for the noise to be swallowed by his kiss. It felt overwhelming. Surreal. After so long, after all the pain and the waiting, this was like a homing.


    “Niko~”


    AD


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