She nodded, and I caught the sparkle in her eyes. “Yes.”
“I love you so much! I’m so fucking happy.”
“Truly?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Gently, I pressed her back against the sheets once more and slid my hard length inside her as I kissed my girl, my Christmas wish, my oxygen with all the love I felt.
I chased her orgasm and then my own, and when we both lay spent and happy, I made love to her again.
My hand drifted to her stomach and rested over the softly rounded bump. “I can’t wait to meet my son.”
Her hand rested over mine. “Or daughter.”
A laugh bubbled up and out of my chest. “Maybe both.”
“Maybe.” She didn’t seem upset or worried about the idea, and neither was I. “We’re probably going to have a big family.”
“Definitely,” I agreed.
As long as we had one another, we could handle anything. A dozen kids? Sure, I’d have as many as Stefanie wanted.
THE HOUR WAS EARLYwhen I rolled over, and my hand slid across the sheets expecting my woman’s soft skin but finding nothing more than cool sheets. I rose from the bed and tugged on a pair of boxers, slipping from the bedroom in our new house to the studio I’d gifted her with earlier in the year. She hadn’t painted yet, and I knew her heart was still troubled by everything she experienced during her kidnapping. I spent every single day loving her, comforting her, and making love to her in order to help heal the young woman who owned me body and soul.
Soft lighting spilled from the studio as I entered, staring in awe at the vision before me. Stefanie was standing naked in front of the massive picture window I built, facing the budding sunrise that still threw splashes of color across the shimmering sky. That was exquisite all on its own, but it wasn’t the only beauty I saw this day. In front of her, on an easel, was her first painting since I rescued her, and it was a fantastic replica of the dawn spread out far beyond our reach.
Somehow, she captured it perfectly, and yet in her own way; she’d given it something extra too.
A piece of her soul, glowing with the sun’s bright, warm radiance that no kidnapper, Russian, Scorpion biker, or asshole trafficker could ever take again.
“You did it,” I whispered, pride filling my chest and combining with the hope I felt when we first met, creating an unbreakable bond I would cherish through the end of my days. “It’s breathtaking.”
A tiny triumphant smile lifted the corners of her lips and flashed her dimple as I walked inside, stopping only a few inches away. My hand raised, and I cradled her cheek as she leaned into it, the moment filled with a peace I didn’t know a Reaper could ever feel.
“You’ve been here for me every step of the way. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“I love you, babe.” There wasn’t anything else to say.
She grinned as she turned and placed her brushes in the cubby, glancing outside briefly with a look that I fast recognized as one that led to kinky sexy time between the sheets. When our gaze locked and she slid a hand down her rounded stomach, stopping to tease between her dark curls, I let out a growl of hunger.
“Tell me I get to lick those fingers after they dip into your pussy.”
“Oh, these?” she asked, sliding two digits inside as I groaned. “What if I want your cock instead?”
I didn’t answer, striding forward to pick her up. Stefanie’s arms and legs wrapped around my waist as I pressed her up against the wall. My lips slammed down on hers as I pumped my hips, sliding my thick, heavy dick up against that tight, heavenly cavern between her silky thighs.
“Please don’t make me beg.”
“Beg,” I ordered, nibbling on her lips. “You know I love it.”
She flashed a naughty smile and then reached down, grasping my erection. My hips moved in tandem with her strokes, and I hissed, already too damn close to spilling my load.
“I need inside you, baby.”
Picking her up slightly, I lifted her onto my hard cock and then groaned when she sucked me in, fully seated within a few seconds. Wild abandon took over, and I began thrusting wildly, pistoning my hips as I rammed into her over and over again. Stefanie’s soft cries of ecstasy filled the room, along with the slap of our flesh. She clenched my shoulders and threw back her head, crying out my name as her channel gushed, and I was gripped like a vice, no longer able to stay in control. I filled her with my release and then held her in my arms, squeezing her as I breathed hard.