He slowly withdrew out of her, sitting back on the bed.

"You're stopping? Why are you stopping" she blurted

"Woman, do you know you are one very conflicting person?" he cocked a brow. "One minute you tell me to stop, and then the next minute, you tell me to not stop"

"Mikhail––"

"How many months?" he fired at her, interrupting whatever it was, she was going to say.

"Three" she mumbled, swallowing nervously

"Fucking cocks! Three months?" he growled, half in surprise, half in anger. "How long have you known?"

"I knew after the first month" she admitted

"And I wasn't... entitled to this information at that time?" he muttered sarcastically, swearing in different strings of russian and english.

"You were. Of course you were. And I was going to tell you. But then you left, and I didn't want to  say it to you over the phone....And now, it feel like my greatest fears are coming true. You're not happy with the news" she mumbled

Mikhail glanced skywards, taking a second to pray to the universe for patience, before returning his focus back to answering Raven. "I am positively tempted to ask you if you're blind, a dimwit, or just outrightly insane. Why should there even have been a silver of doubt in your mind, that I wouldn't be happy that the woman I love, was carrying my child? Am I surprised? Very. Am I blown-out shocked? To my very teeth. But that does not in any way depict that I'm unhappy with the news"

"So you are happy then?"

"Of course I am. It's just that it took you two whole months to tell me."

"Kiss me Mikhail. Please... just... Kiss me" she faltered

He sighed, trailing his hand across her lower lip caressingly.

"It's seems impossible, but every time I touch you, I want you more than I did the last time... This time I want to go slow––" he intoned raggedly

"Next time." she promised with a smile. Reaching up, she framed his hard cheekbones with  loving fingertips and drew him back down to her again, incredibly hungry for the scorching heat of his mouth.

Daringly, she employed a tactic he had taught her in the past. She ran the tip of her tongue along the curve of his lower lip.

"Slow," he muttered thickly, and snatched her up to kiss her breathless. "I don't want to hurt you, or the baby"

"The baby's fine, and so is the mother. What the mother needs right now however, has nothing to do with the word slow" Raven assured, more than amused at his new found attitude.

Mikhail? Wanting to go slow? Men, the world was surely coming to an end.

For an endless passage of time, it was a battle of wills. Her hands fluttered over every part of him she could reach. She was driven by a deep atavistic need to possess and be possessed, to somehow wipe out the past weeks of uncertainty and terrible tension with the passion that made him uniquely hers.

Struggling under him, she was finally able to budge at him until he fell back on the bed, and she gingerly got untop of him, resuming the kiss with a smile. She had to say, being in control, or getting on top of a man like Mikhail Constantinovich, felt fucking good.

She'd told herself she would take control of their lovemaking this time, but the jerk of his responsive muscles beneath his smooth bronzed skin, the rawness of his breathing and the thunder of his heart against her exploring fingertips, defeated her. His blatant excitement was the most shattering seduction of all. Every inch of her was burning and screaming for the fulfillment that only he could give her.

"Bozhe ty Moy..." Mikhail rasped, coming up for air. "Did I teach you to do this to me?"

Empowered by a dizzying sense of her own sensuality, Raven took the opportunity to run her fingers down that intriguing little silky furrow of hair arrowing down over his taut stomach and she found him with shy and shivering pleasure, velvety smooth and hard and... suddenly she was flat on her back, deprived of further journeys of discovery. And Mikhail was back on top of her.

She giggled, full of joy and the most wonderful sense of freedom. In retribution, he let his tongue and his teeth rove over her unbearably sensitized breasts and she gritted her teeth and her back arched in agonized response.

"I can't bear it..." she gasped.

"You will," he assured her.

Her hips began to lift in an expression as old as time. He stroked his fingertips over the very heart of her and laughed softly when she moaned, teasing her with the honeyed sweetness of an expert lover, determined to drive her to the outer edge of pleasure before they enjoyed that final union. Time had no meaning. She surrendered to the shuddering instinctive responses that controlled her, lost in the ever-increasing fever of her own excitement.

And when he finally came to her, entering her with one swift thrust, it was like dying and being reborn in a flash flood of wild sensation. Everything was sharper, hotter and more intense, her body trained to an extraordinary pitch of sensitivity. It was agony and escatsy, each glorious moment building into an explosive, slow-burning climax that made her sob and gasp in wonder at the peak and then subside, still shivering in the aftermath of an intolerable pleasure.

Mikhail smiled down at her, a very male smile of indolent satisfaction. He pressed his lips to her damp cheek and she felt moisture pool at her eyes. In all her life, she could never recall feeling so outrageously happy. Not to count that she'd finally gotten around to telling the man she loved that she was having his baby, and he was happy.

With that thought in mind, Raven slowly nodded off to an amazing, dreamless sleep, the smile still lingering on her lips.

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Raven slowly woke up the next morning, with a startled expression, and a slight headache. Until the events of last night came flooding at her.

The party. Mikhail. Pregnancy news. Making love...

She glanced at the other side of the bed, and sure enough, Mikhail was just by her side. One of his hand was thrown over her possessively, and under the covers, she was pretty sure they were both naked.

She glanced at the bedside clock, and noted that the time was just 4am. Which meant everywhere was still dark. It wasn't even fully morning yet. But that certainly wasn't going to deter her. She needed a damned glass of coffee or anything strong.

So with that in mind, she slowly worked at getting under Mikhail's arm, not wanting to wake him up. And eventually, she was finally able to do so.

Because of the events of last night, she hadn't even been able to explore her surroundings properly, or the suite itself. But with just a little seeking and peeking on her part, she was finally able to locate the bathroom. The place really was magnificent, and not to mention, astonishingly beautiful.

Trust Mikhail to only stay in the best of suites and hotels.

When she was done with her business, and with brushing her teeth with a new packet of toothbrush she found at the cabinet, she proceeded to take a much needed, steaming hot bath. After all, it was almost morning already.

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