Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
He laughed. “I do. That’s why I’m rather fond of it.”
I bit his pec, and his cock pulsed inside me.
“You know what biting does to me.” He flipped me onto my back and kissed me, his mouth owning me as his hips moved at a slow pace.
I answered, my tongue warring with his as our bodies slid against each other, my nipples hardening again. My sensitive clit buzzed with each touch of his skin, each delectable bit of pressure. His cock came back to life, hitting me in all the right spots as he took it slow.
Breaking the kiss, he stared down at me. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“I think I do.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “So much that you went psycho and kidnapped me and made me love you despite myself.”
He smirked. “I can’t make you do anything. I think the day I realized that is the day you finally started loving me back.”
“Maybe.” I pushed my hips up and wrapped my legs around his back.
He kissed me again, his lips soft and sure as he made love to me.
“Do you remember when you were in psycho training with your dad?”
He bit my lip. “Yes. It made me the fine, upstanding citizen I am today.”
I wrested it free. “Were you in class the day the birds and bees were taught?”
“Of course.” He thrusted a little harder. “I like to think I mastered that particular lesson.”
I nodded. “You did. In more ways than one.” I smiled up at him.
“You lost me.” He cocked his head to the side, his quizzical expression making me giggle.
“Never.” I kissed his nose. “I’m yours, and so is the baby.”
He froze, his eyes wide. “You mean you’re…right now…you’re…” He lifted off me, but I grabbed on tighter and pulled him back.
“You can’t hurt it. It’s early. But it’s true. I’m pregnant.”
When he smiled, pure joy writ large on his handsome face, I hugged him close. He stilled as I dotted kisses on his shoulder.
Pulling back, he stared down at me, tears glimmering in his eyes. “But what if—” His voice cracked with emotion. “What if they’re born like me?”
How could my heart threaten to break when it was so full of love? I pulled his face to mine and pressed our foreheads together. “Then they’ll be perfect, as far as I’m concerned.”
His tears met my own, and he kissed me.
Our souls melded and once again danced in the dark…and the light.