Once Upon A Lie 2

Eighteen:

Alina was talking in her sleep. Aleksander had come home from the fishing trip that he'd gone on with his father and father-in-law. They'd taken the yacht out to the ocean and had actually caught quite a few. When he'd gotten home, it had been late in the day, almost nightfall. He hadn't expected to find Alina in their bed, asleep, but there she was. Muttering nonsense things to herself.

"Nikolai..."

Aleksander flinched. The name of his ex-best friend was the last thing that he had expected to hear her say. Nikolai had grown up with them. He had almost been Alina's first kiss. He had as much history with Alina as Aleksander did. He had even tried to force Alina into an arranged marriage too.

"Nikolai..." Alina murmured the guy's name again. At least, he thought bitterly, it wasn't Mal Oretsev that she was thinking of in her sleep. But the last thing that Aleksander wanted was his pregnant, young wife thinking of someone that wasn't him. Even if it was only while she was sleeping.

"Alina!" Aleksander called.

Alina stirred in her sleep.

"Alina," he called again.

She sat up in bed, blinking up at him. She smiled. "Aleks. You're back. Did you catch anything on your trip?"

Aleksander smiled at her. "Yeah. Caught quite a few fish. Dad was happy. Are you okay?"

Alina sat up. "I'm fine. I was just tired."

"Baby okay?"

Alina nodded. "Honestly, I just wanted to get rid of our parents. Baghra and my Mama are obsessed with this whole thing. They want to turn the clam bake into a baby shower."

Aleksander grinned at her. "I know."

She frowned at him. "You know? And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want to give you anymore time than you had to think of reasons why you didn't want it," said Aleksander. He took a seat at the edge of the bed. "Which is a good thing, because clearly you don't want me."

Alina frowned. "Where on earth did you get that idea?"

"I walked in and I heard you muttering Nikolai's name in your sleep, Lina," he said, "please tell me you don't still have feelings for him."

She shook her head. "Aleks, if I was muttering his name in my sleep, it's because I'm having nightmares."

"Nightmares?" His brows furrowed together with worry. "About what?"

"About him coming back. About Zoya coming back. We just got to a place in our lives where we could be happy. And I'm worried they're going to pop up somewhere, and take everything form us."

"Well," said Aleksander, "Nikolai can't take you from me. You're having my baby, and we're married."

"But.... nobody really knows that we're married. You said it at the welcome back party for you, but.... people still think that you're with Zoya. That you're the father to a child that didn't exist."

"You know I'm yours," he said, "I have been, for as long as you've existed."

She smiled softly at him. "I do know that. But I want the world to know."

"Really?" he said. "You want to turn the clam-bake into a wedding?"

Alina made a face. "Not the clam-bake. No. But we were rushed into getting married by The Apparat. And I'd rather not tell our child that's how we got married. By force. I want them to know that we got married because we love each other. No other reason."

"Are you proposing to me, Alina Morozova?" he asked.

Her smile widened. "Yes, Aleksander Morozova. I am proposing to you. What do you say? Do you want to have a real wedding?"

Aleksander pressed his forehead against hers, and stroked her cheek. "Yes. For eternity and however long after that, yes."

Alina blushed. "Good."

She kissed him, running her fingers through his hair, and pulled him on top of her in the bed.

Aleksander let out a groan. "Lina, aren't you tired?"

Alina shook her head. "I'm wide awake now. I want you, Aleks. I need you." She was wearing pajama shorts and a tank top. Alina took Aleksander's hand in hers, and she stuck it into her pants, making him cup her cunt. "You're my husband. Why don't you feel how wet I am for you, Aleks?"

Aleksander grinned, and he pulled down her panties. "Are you going to be dripping for me, Princess?"

"Feel me, and find out."

He stuck a finger inside of her, and without even stroking, he could feel her wetness. "Does that mean that you're ready to fuck, Princess? You don't even need a little foreplay to get turned on?"

Alina kissed him again. "I need you, Aleksander. I need your cock inside of me. Please."

"I will happily oblige," he said.

He pulled down her pajama bottoms, then her underwear. Alina pulled off his shirt, and the khaki shorts he wore, and he took off his shoes. When he was completely naked, he straddled Alina on the bed, and pulled off her tank top. She hadn't been wearing a bra. "Play with your breasts for me, Princess? Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, and started to play with her breasts. Massaging them and rolling her nipples under her thumb. Her legs twitched as she did, and Aleksander put his cock inside of her. He gripped the headboard of their bed.

"Good thing you're already pregnant, Princess," he grunted, rolling his hips hard against hers as she met him thrust for thrust, "I might get you pregnant again tonight if you weren't."

Alina let out a mewling sound as he thrust into her and she played with her breasts. When Aleksander pictured being married, this was exactly how he had wanted it to be. Alina, pregnant with his child, in his bed, desperate for him to fuck her all the time. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

His whole body clenched, and with a grunt, he came inside of her, filling her up with cum. "Alina!" he cried out, and like always, he collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly to him. He kissed each one of her breasts, making Alina laugh a little.

"I should keep you like this," he said, "in my bed, needy for me, pregnant and full of my cum."

Alina kissed him, cupping his face in her hands. "Oh, such a romantic Aleksander."

He chuckled. "Of course." Then he kissed her, stroking back a strand of her black hair. Sweaty, and tangled up in each other, they fell asleep wrapped up in young, married bliss.