Replanting the gardens, repainting the rooms, filling each space with the things we loved. It felt like home already. We’d even had one wing of the house redone for my parents, who’d moved in with us last month. My father still gambled, but over bridge games with my mother and Vasile’s parents, and then only for pennies. Literally pennies. I made sure of it before every game.
As well, Vasile had a secret building built near the back of the property on the highest point. On my birthday, he’d taken me on Vela at midnight for a ride. It was cold and clear and after winding through a new trail in the woods, up ahead I saw lamplights gleaming through windows in an odd structure.
There was a small cottage of sorts, yet on one side a portion of the structure was tall, like a large cylinder. Once inside, I was met with a room filled with every book and map of the skies and stars I could ever want. Telescopes of every size and shape stood in the open space of the room.
Then, the best, Vasile took me into the tall tower, up a wooden flight of stairs and there at the top, on a platform was a telescope bigger than I’d ever seen. Since then, I’d spend more time than I should mapping the stars and dreaming about what could be happening on faraway planets.
He’s so good to me, I know I am the most spoiled sort of princess brat in the land.
On the tray beside us in bed were all my favorite things to eat at the moment—chocolates and caramels, candied ginger and blackberry pastilles.
Whether it was a girl or boy, the baby certainly liked things sweet. I was more than happy to oblige. I took a chocolate-dipped gooseberry from a small silver tray, letting my eyes flutter shut as I savored it.
As I did, I must have moaned in that particular way that drove Vasile wild, because in return he growled at me, shifted his head away from my belly, and straddled me, firmly pumping that beautiful, rock-solid cock.
Reaching past my belly, I took it in my hand. My clit responded instantly and a trickle of wetness slicked my thighs. I whetted the tip of Vasile’s cock with my own juices, and then gently rubbed circles around the tip, feeling the veins and tissue grow even more in my hand.
He took his cock from me, rubbing the shaft against my clit, not looking up to meet my gaze but instead intently watching himself part my folds. I felt him tease my opening, then adjust his position in order to begin penetrating me.
As he did, he reached forward and grasped my left breast in his massive hand, leaning down over me as he did.
“Fuck, I cannot wait for you to make milk for me,” he said, sucking greedily on my nipple before biting it, hard enough to make me hiss as my eyes rolled back in my head.
He let my nipple go with a sucking pop and slid his hand behind my ass, plunging deep into my pussy. The baby kicked like crazy as he entered me fully, and Vasile smiled down at me as he pressed his hand against my stomach once more. “This, right here, is fucking heaven,” he said, driving into me deep and slow.
Arching my head back, I melted into the softness of the bed and the pillows, opening my body and soul to him completely, letting myself be swept up by the pleasure and pain that only he knew how to give. Him, the center of my world, the love of my life, the father of my children. My husband. My ruler.
My prince.