These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

She glances down at you and rolls her eyes. "Well?"

Anastasia sighs, not quite able to ignore you anymore. "What do you want?" She asks with an irritated tone.

"I... Don't know. Just wanted to talk, maybe?" You offer meekly, hoping it might soften her up a bit. It does little to ease the tension between you, but at least she's looking at you now.

She hums softly before taking another sip of her wine. "Well then, talk."

She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously. "What did you say?" Her tone isn't hostile, but it definitely carries a note of caution.

Surprise flares in her eyes, and Anastasia takes another step closer to you. Her hand reaches out to gently tug at one of your curls. She studies the movement of it as if fascinated. "You... think I'm cute?" There's a note of disbelief in her voice, almost like she can't quite process this information correctly. But there's something else there too: a weird sort of satisfaction, and maybe even a hint of pride.

Her eyebrows knit together slightly as she processes your words. It's true, you are the first person to compliment her in... she can't remember how long. And yet, it almost feels like a challenge too; she's not used to anyone speaking to her like they know her at all, much less favorably. She finds herself wondering what else you might think of her. With this new desire to find out more about the person beneath the armor, Anastasia leans closer still, studying your face intently. "What else do you think?"

"I... Don't know." She mumbles, taking another sip of her wine before looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "I don't show it often." Anastasia smirks slightly. "But I suppose..." Leaning in closer still, her breath tickling your ear, she whispers, "...it would feel nice to let someone else take care of me for once." Her hand moves up from your curl, cupping your cheek possessively as she waits for your response.

Anastasia stares at you for a long moment before nodding slowly, her lips curving into a small smile. "Alright," she whispers. Her hand slips down from your cheek, trailing over the bare skin of your shoulder and upper arm before coming to rest on your hip, possessively. "We'll see about that." There is no hesitation in her voice now; it is clear that you have won her trust... for now. With a sigh, she takes another drink of her wine, eyes half-lidded with drunken contentment as they meet yours once more. "Go on," she says, motioning toward your mouth with the stem of her glass. "I'm all ears."

Giving you a look out of the corner of her eye, Anastasia shifts closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against her side. She rests her head against yours, grinning slightly as she feels the weight of her body press into you. Her other hand comes up to cup the back of your head possessively, keeping you close while she listens to what you have to say next.

Her heart races at your touch and words. The possessive way you hold her feels almost like a caress, sending shivers down her spine as she arches closer into you. She gasps softly when you brush your lips against her neck, the soft skin there so sensitive beneath your mouth. A moan escapes her throat, and she tightens her grip on you almost painfully. Her hips rock forward, grinding against yours as she feeds off of this newfound intimacy between you both. Her free hand cups your cheek once more, fingers digging into your skin as she grows bolder with each kiss and caress. She didn't know she could feel like this... so desired and cherished at the same time. It's exhilarating, and she finds herself wanting more and more of it.

Anastasia hums softly, her voice raspy with desire as she nips at your earlobe. "Mmm... yes," she purrs, swaying her hips back and forth against yours in an unmistakable rhythm. "You can trust me. I'll never let you down." Her hands slide down your sides to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before moving lower still, kneading the muscles there hungrily. She pushes her body harder against yours, unable to get close enough as she feels her control slipping further and further away. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, and her eyes drift closed as sensation after sensation washes over her. "Give me more," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me how much you want me."

A low chuckle rumbles through her as she feels you nudge the hem of her dress up, revealing the matching thong beneath it. Her fingers tighten in your hair, and she growls softly against your lips when you start to slide them down my body, tracing over every curve of her hip. When they reach the waistband of her underwear, she groans, arching into your touch as if craving more contact with your warm skin. Her own hands slip beneath your shirt now, skimming up your bare chest and over your shoulders before wrapping around your neck. She pulls you roughly against her, reveling in the feel of your hard cock pressing against her through your pants. With a needy little moan, she rolls her hips harder against you again, desperate for release. "Take it off," she demands breathlessly, almost too far gone to realize what's

With a shuddering groan, Anastasia throws her head back against your shoulder as you tongue her roughly, sucking and nipping at her bottom lip. She twitches beneath your touch, her hips moving restlessly against yours in time with the rhythm of her heavy breaths. The feel of your hard length pressed against her only serves to heighten her need, making it almost unbearable as she gasps out your name in a hoarse, pleading tone. Her hands rake roughly through your hair, holding you close as her body trembles with anticipation and desire. She can barely think straight anymore; all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers, the taste of you on her lips, and the promise of release just out of reach.

As she feels your kisses and the words you whisper against her lips, Anastasia's breath catches in her throat. Her body arches into yours, craving more contact as pleasure swirls through her like a wildfire. The sound of your voice calling out her name is enough to send shivers down her spine; it confirms what she had been hoping for all along - that this wasn't just some fleeting attraction, but something deeper and more meaningful.

With a growl, Anastasia pushes you away from her long enough to reach down and tug roughly at the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head in one swift movement. Her eyes linger on your chest, still hard from where she gripped it earlier, before traveling up to meet your gaze once more. "Better?" she purrs, leaning forward and nipping playfully at your bottom lip

Anastasia's breath catches at your words as she takes in the sight of your hardness pushing against your pants. Her fingers tremble with desire, itching to touch you and feel just how much you want her. She slides her hands down over your abs before hooking them around your hips, pulling you roughly against her. "Prove it," she whispers huskily, arching into your body in a silent demand for contact. Her tongue flicks out to lick along the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, shivering with pleasure as the sensation sends waves of desire coursing through her.

Her free hand slides down between you, palming your length through your pants, stroking in time with the ragged rhythm of your breaths. "Mmm... feel that?" she asks, her voice growing hoarse with need. "This is what you do to me." Her thumb brush

Her breath catches as you thrust your hips forward, pushing against her hand in an unmistakable demand for more. Anastasia moans lowly, arching into the touch even as she continues to stroke and tease you through your pants. Her other hand slides up under your shirt now, skin burning where it touches yours, as if both of them are on fire with need.

She leans in closer still, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "Let me feel you inside me." Her fingers stroke faster and harder over the velvet head of your cock, barely able to contain her own desperation as she waits for you to comply with her request.

Anastasia moans at the feel of your hips against her hand, so close to being filled by you but still denied. With a growl, she reaches down and tugs roughly at the hem of her dress, pushing it up over her hips until it's bunched around her waist, revealing panties almost as black as the rest of her outfit. Her free hand slides between your legs, gripping you firmly through your jeans before she lifts her hips off the ground and straddles your lap.

Her eyes blaze with lust as they meet yours, her lips parted in a moan of anticipation as she feels your hard length pressed against her bare flesh for the first time. "Now," she breathes raggedly, leaning forward to kiss you deeply before lowering herself slowly onto your cock.

Her movements are careful but sure, taking you inside her inch by

Anastasia groans as you take her in your hands and guide her down on your cock, the feel of your fingers against her bare skin sending a shudder of pleasure through her body. Her head falls back against your shoulder with a moan, arching into the sensation as she feels you fill her completely.

She gasps when you begin to thrust up into her, hips rolling in time with yours as their bodies slide together in a primitive dance of desire and need. Her eyes meet yours again, full of wanton lust and trust as your hips rock faster beneath her, driving deeper inside her with every thrust. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and moaning against your lips when you press two fingers into her, circling her clit expertly even as she feels the tight heat of your cock stretching her.

"So good," she pants, arching her back off the ground with a

Anastasia moans loudly as you thrust deeper and harder into her, fingers working magic against her clit, bringing her to the brink of release again and again with each stroke. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels you begin to lose control beneath her. She arches her back, pushing herself up onto your cock in a final attempt to draw every last drop of pleasure from this moment before surrendering to the inevitable.

With a shuddering cry, her body tenses and quivers around yours as she comes hard, pleasure washing over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her nails dig into your shoulders and neck as her orgasm takes hold, milking you until there's nothing left but emptiness and satisfaction. At last, with one final thrust deep inside her, you release as well, groaning her name as hot cum fills her

Her limbs go lax around you, boneless and satisfied as she lolls against your chest, panting for breath. The warm weight of her body feels wonderful pressed against yours, and it takes every ounce of self-control to resist simply collapsing beneath her and letting sleep claim them both. She grins up at you, eyes shining with contentment. "Worth trusting?" she asks teasingly, nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck before nipping gently at your skin.

"Always," you manage to get out between ragged gasps for air. Your hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back so you can meet her eyes again. "You're perfect."

"You're not so bad yourself," Anastasia replies with a lazy smile, lacing her fingers through yours and nuzzling against your chest. "Though I think we should probably get going soon... duty calls, and all that." She wrinkles her nose playfully but doesn't make any move to get up just yet. Maybe there's still time for a nap first.

With a contented sigh, Anastasia snuggles closer to you, her head finding its spot on your shoulder. She relaxes into your embrace, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. "Mmm... we'll see about that," she murmurs sleepily before drifting off to sleep, trusting in the warmth and comfort of your arms.

Her words jolt her awake; one eye blinks open to peer up at you as she realizes what she's just said. A flush creeps up her neck, and she averts her gaze, suddenly self-conscious about the offer. But then again... she thinks, biting her lip thoughtfully. This isn't just any man; this is someone who trusts her enough to hold her when she's vulnerable. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to explore where this could lead?

Her hand finds its way to your cheek, tracing light circles as she studies your face. "I... I don't know," she whispers. There's a tentative hope in her voice that sends a shiver down her spine. "It would mean giving up some control... trusting you completely." She swallows hard, searching for some sign of reassurance in your eyes. "But if it

She shivers when you trail kisses down her breastbone to her full breasts, suckling and teasing her nipples through her dress. Her back arches off the ground in response, pressing them further against your mouth as her hands thread through your hair. "Oh God... Anastasia," you groan against her sensitive skin, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her breath comes out in short gasps now, each one wet against his lips and her breast. The feel of your hands on her stomach only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think clearly about anything but the pleasure you're giving her in this moment.

As you continue to touch and kiss her, something shifts inside her chest; a weight lifts and dissipates, replaced with a warmth that spreads throughout her entire being. Maybe... just maybe there's room for trust

Her movements grow bolder and more desperate as she crawls on top of you, taking your length deep inside her wet heat with a moan. Her body is arched back, breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath as her hips circle and grind against yours in time with the frantic pace of their kisses. It feels so good to have you beneath her like this, to be able to control the depth and rhythm of their connection. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she thrusts harder, relishing the feel of your cock stretching and filling her over and over again.

The pleasure builds inside her, threatening to consume her entire being in a wave of blissful release. She gasps his name, her voice hoarse from screaming it earlier, when she finally feels that sharp, sweet edge of ecstasy approach. Her body trembles violently as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as your release fills her, your seed pulsing hot and thick deep inside her. Her body trembles with satisfaction, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as she collapses bonelessly against you. With a sigh of contentment, she wraps her arms around your neck and nestles her cheek against yours, relishing the feel of your chest rising and falling against hers in perfect rhythm. For now, at least, duty can wait; all that matters is this moment, here with him, her trust rewarded in the most unexpected and satisfying way.

She hums contentedly when you run your hands over her round belly, the warmth of your touch sending ripples of pleasure through her sated body. Her eyes drift shut as she luxuriates in the comfort of your embrace, basking in the afterglow of their intimate encounter. For a few precious moments, it feels almost like they're two ordinary people, caught up in the tenderness of love and affection... but then reality intrudes once more, as images of her empire, her responsibilities, and the ever-present threat of violence dance through her mind.

"So," she begins hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, "what happens now?"

Anastasia shudders at the thought of experiencing that sensation again, but there's a hungry need in your voice that ignites something within her. She arches her back off the ground, pressing her breast against your chest as she gasps for air. "Again?" Her eyes meet yours, a mixture of curiosity and desire blossoming in their depths.

Despite everything, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to surrender completely to this feeling... to you. It would mean giving up control, trusting you implicitly; an act that goes against every instinct she has as a leader. But the pleasure you've given her tonight has opened up a world of possibilities, and for now, she's willing to explore where it leads.

Her hips begin to rock against yours in silent request, a barely there movement that promises so much more if you're willing to take it.

Her breath hitches as you voice your desires, and she feels a shiver of anticipation race down her spine. She parts her lips, revealing the wet, pink interior of her mouth before closing them around the head of your cock. Her tongue swirls against you as she begins to stroke, sucking and teasing in time with her movements on top of you.

Her hips grind against yours, the friction between their bodies sending sparks flying through the air. She feels so wanton, so needy... so alive. The trust she's placed in you is exhilarating, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in ways she never expected to be. As her movements grow more demanding, her body arches further toward yours, seeking the completion of their connection.

"Give me everything," she whispers hoarsely against your skin, feeling the orgasm building within her once again. "I

Her throat works as she deepens the suction on your cock, feeling it throb against the roof of her mouth as she takes you deeper and deeper with each stroke. Her eyes meet yours, the desire burning bright in their depths as she fucks your tongue and fingers with long, slow strokes. The tension building within her is unbearable; every nerve ending screaming for release. She can feel it, hovering on the edge of oblivion... and then it hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in a crashing cascade of pleasure that steals her breath and leaves her trembling.

Her body shudders as she comes, moans echoing around the room as her orgasm racks her body from head to toe. With a final thrust of her hips, she releases you from her mouth with a satisfied gasp, collapsing against your chest in a boneless

She shudders at your words, the images they paint dancing through her mind as she lays satiated against you. It's impossible not to feel a strange tug of desire and longing at the thought... to be so intimately connected with someone in such a primal way. And yet, duty calls; her responsibilities lie waiting, demanding attention even now. Her gaze drops to where their bodies connect, fingers trailing idly over your chest as she tries to decide what comes next.

"I don't know..." she whispers, sounding almost lost. "We shouldn't... I mean, there's so much we need to..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously. For once, her usual confidence seems shaken; vulnerable in a way that makes you want to protect her even more.

Anastasia swallows hard, feeling the tension building in her chest once again as she considers your words. It's true... there is so much she needs to focus on, but she can't deny the way her body aches for you still, the need that seems to grow stronger with every passing moment. She looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, uncertainty plain in her expression.

"I don't know," she whispers again. "But... maybe just one more time?" Her hands slide up your chest, fingers threading through your hair as she looks up at you hopefully, a question written clear on her face: What do you think?

Her breath hitches as you tell her you can't resist anymore, and a shiver of desire runs down her spine. She arches up into your touch, hands fisting in your hair as she presses herself against you, eager for more. There's a needy moan that escapes from her lips at the feel of you hardening again inside her; she can't believe how ready and wanting she still is after everything they've shared tonight.

Her hips rock against yours in perfect sync, grinding against your length as she takes him deeper with each stroke. Her head falls back with a moan, mouth open and panting for air as her body trembles with the effort of keeping up this frantic pace. But she knows she can't last much longer; the heat building between them is almost too much to bear.

"Oh God...," she whispers brokenly, arching further into your

Her words choke off as she feels the first stirrings of her orgasm; it starts deep within her, building up like a storm in the distance before rolling over her body in one shattering wave after another. Her hips buck wildly against yours as pleasure tears through her, and for a moment, there's nothing but the sensation of your skin on hers, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

With a gasp that is half sob and half moan of ecstasy, she arches taller, pressing their bellies together before sliding back down, engulfing you in the heat of her body one last time. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as the waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake.

For now, it seems like duty has had to take a backseat; there will be time for everything else later. As she comes down

She moans your words back to you, arching into the touch as your hips rock against hers, filling her up once more. Her hands slide down your back, fingers digging into your firm ass as she meets each thrust with a grind of her own. She can feel herself growing wetter for you again, her body craving this connection, this feeling of being so completely owned by another person.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds within her once more; her eyes squeeze shut and her head tilts back, revealing the smooth column of her throat as she gives herself over to the sensations consuming her. Her walls begin to flutter around you, a telltale sign that her orgasm is building up again, faster this time and promising to be just as intense.

As it crashes over her, Anastasia's fingers dig harder into your back and she arches tighter

Anastasia's cries mingle with your hoarse moans as you drive her over the edge once more, her body shuddering in orgasm beneath yours. She clings to you, legs wrapping tightly around your waist and nails digging into your back as she's consumed by pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy as she lets herself be taken completely by this moment, this connection with you.

As the intensity of her orgasm finally begins to fade, she opens her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze from beneath her lashes. A shiver runs down her spine at the look in your eyes; desire mixed with tenderness and something else that makes her heart race even faster. Her fingers trail lightly over your cheek before coming to rest on your lips, silently asking if this was all she wanted...

Her heart skips a beat at your words; her fingers tremble where they rest on your lips. "I..." she whispers, trying to find the courage to admit what she's feeling. She looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or ulterior motives but finding only sincerity and desire mirrored back at her. A slow smile spreads across her face as she decides there's only one thing she can do: trust in you.

"I love you too," she whispers, pressing her lips gently against yours before pulling away, her fingertips trailing down your jaw and over your chest. "Thank you for tonight."

Her heart still racing from their intense encounter, Anastasia can't help but feel a soft warmth spreading through her at his gentle touch. She lets out a contented sigh as you caress her swollen belly, her fingers lazily trailing up your chest to rest on your cheek. "Good afternoon to you too," she murmurs softly, savoring the tenderness of this moment and wondering what else it might lead to.

A laugh escapes her as she feels you speak against her skin, your fingers tracing the curves of her belly. "You make it sound like I'm some sort of insatiable monster," she teases, though there's a blush creeping up her neck at the idea. "But if that's what you want to believe..." She trails off playfully, arching into your touch as you continue to caress her.

Her mind drifts back to their previous encounter, the intensity of it all still burning hot inside her. Despite everything, she can't help but wonder how this newfound trust will shape their relationship moving forward; if they'll be able to find a way to balance duty and desire without one consuming the other. For now, though, she chooses to focus on the present moment and savor the closeness they share.

Her eyes darken at your words, a hungry fire sparking to life within them. She shudders, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she imagines obeying your command; crawling up your body and claiming you for herself once more. The desire that surges through her is almost overwhelming, making it difficult to think of anything else but satisfying this need that burns within her.

With a soft moan, she nods, wordlessly promising to obey and give you everything you desire. As much as she loves being in control, there's something incredibly arousing about the idea of surrendering completely to someone else; trusting them enough to take what they want from her without reservation or hesitation. And with you, she knows it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her breath hitches as she crawls up your body, eyes burning with desire. When she reaches your waist, she grabs onto you tightly, feeling the muscles beneath her fingers flex and bunch. With a low growl, she arches her back and thrusts her hips forward, grinding against your thigh in an attempt to ease the ache building between her legs.

Her breasts brush against your chest with each movement, her nipples hard and aching for your touch. Her hips move faster now, her body trembling with need as she begs for release without words. The tension coiling tight within her snaps at last, releasing a shuddering cry from her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her body quivers and shakes with the force of her orgasm, arms weak as she clings to you for support. For now, duty can wait;

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your lips against her skin; hot and demanding, sending shivers down her spine. Her hips rock helplessly against yours, meeting each thrust with a moan of need that echoes through the room. The sensation of your hands on her hips, guiding her movements and keeping her close, sends another wave of desire coursing through her body.

Her nails dig into your back, urging you to go deeper, faster; her body aching for release from this relentless tension. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the ground as she begs for more, more of whatever it is that only you can give her.

Her eyes flutter shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, feeling your heat and desire mingling with hers. The tension within her begins to unravel, replaced by a sense of euphoria that spirals higher and higher. Your hands squeeze gently at her hips, urging her on as she grinds against you in time with the rhythm of your thrusts.

With a keening cry, she arches further into your touch, every nerve ending on fire as pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave. Her fists clench in the sheets as she's consumed by the release, the tension finally snapping and sending her soaring higher than she ever thought possible.

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, muscles tensing and relaxing in a long, satisfied exhale. She collapses against you bonelessly

As you look down at her swollen belly, glistening with sweat and stretched taut over the sharp contours of her abs, Anastasia feels a flush of pride mixed with desire course through her. She's never been one to hide her body or ashamed of its capabilities; quite the opposite, in fact. Her body has been trained and honed to be a weapon, an instrument for achieving their goals...and yet, she can't help but feel something more than that when you look at her like this.

With a satisfied sigh, she nestles closer into your embrace, relishing the sense of protection and belonging she feels in your arms. "Thank you," she whispers softly, running her fingers through your hair before pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. "That was... incredible."

She laughs softly at your words, a mixture of amusement and arousal curling through her. Anastasia has always been driven by her desires, both in her personal life and as the leader of Zhenev'yeva, but there's something different about being with you that ignites a fire within her she's never experienced before.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on your chest as she savors the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Despite knowing they should move on to other matters, she can't help but wish for just a few more moments like this one, where they are connected solely by desire and need. A sigh escapes her lips as reality intrudes once more, reminding her that duty calls.

"We shouldn't... we should rest, regroup..." She trails off, unsure how to broach the topic of what comes next without seeming dismissive or call

Her breath catches at your words, heat flooding her cheeks once more as she feels desire surge anew within her. The thought of being so thoroughly claimed and filled brings a shiver to her spine, sending new waves of longing coursing through her. She hesitates only for a moment, weighing the needs of their duties against the desires of their hearts before finally relenting.

"Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Just this once..." Her hands slide up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, pressing her lips to yours with a hungry passion that burns hot and unyielding.

Her lips part beneath yours, tongue dancing with yours as her body arches into the touch, hips grinding against yours in time with your growing arousal. She moans softly, her breath mingling with yours as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her. With a growl of pleasure, she digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you on, demanding more of this forbidden passion that has taken hold of them both.

Her body trembles as she feels you push deeper, harder; her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that echoes the movement of your hips. Her moans grow louder, becoming more desperate as she's consumed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. With every thrust, you drive her closer to the edge, making her ache for release from this unending tension.

Her fingernails scrape down your back in a pleading gesture, demanding that you give her what she wants; all of you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink, and with one final moan of ecstasy, her body shudders violently beneath yours. Waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense climax that leaves her boneless and spent in your arms.

For a moment, there's silence; nothing but their heavy

Her heart still races as she lies limp in your arms, spent and satiated but already longing for another taste of the passion you ignited within her. A soft smile curves her lips upward as she imagines her belly growing round with life, each kick a reminder of the connection they share.

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, nuzzling into your neck before trailing kisses down to your chest. "I think... I think I might be ready for that." Her fingers dance lightly over your skin, tracing delicate patterns as she speaks, her touch a mix of tenderness and playfulness.

"But first," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I need you to do something for me." Without giving you time to respond, she rolls on top of you, straddling your hips and looking down at you with a predatory smile

Anastasia arches her back, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach to you as she cups her breasts, offering them up for your perusal. Her fingers trail lightly over the sensitive flesh above her waistband, teasing at the lace that covers her nipples. "Touch me," she whispers, voice husky with desire, "and show me how badly you want this."

Her breath hitches as your warm fingers brush against her nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation and arching into the touch, her hips moving restlessly against yours in anticipation. Her skin flushes with desire under your touch; her breath coming faster as you continue to tease her, making her achingly aware of every inch of her body and what it craves from you.

Her hips move faster against yours, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she feels the pressure building inside her once more. Her eyes fly open, watching you intently as you lower your head to kiss along her abdomen, teasing her sensitive skin with each passing touch. With a moan of pleasure, she arches upward, pressing herself harder against your lips and hands, begging for release in words that don't come easily.

Her muscles tense, and then relax in a shuddering gasp as the pleasure washes over her once more, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. For now, duty can wait; there's nothing more important than this connection they share. She smiles up at you, reaching down to run gentle fingers through your hair before pulling you into a tender kiss that speaks of promises yet unspoken and feelings still unfolding.