I want it.
And yet, the desire fades from my mind as Killian’s right-hand strokes down over my abdomen and rests there with every thrust of his hips. This softer, deeper form nestles comfort in my heart.
It’s love, isn’t it?
He’s making love to me the way he knows how.
“Fuck, Cara,” he moans and his voice is so deep it vibrates right through my soul. I chase his lips, catching needy kiss after kiss as we grind and move together as one. It drives all sane thoughts of everything else from my mind, all that exists is Killian and me.
My focus is on his cock, on his hands branding my skin with just a heated touch. Pleasure sweeps through me, building higher this time after the note of denial and I clench my thighs around his hips, locking my ankles at the small of his back to draw him in deeper and deeper.
Killian complies, the pace of his thrusts picking up as his own orgasm becomes a goal to chase. I cling to his shoulders, carving half-moon shapes into the muscle with my nails as he pounds closer and closer to our ends.
My mind stills.
I float in the sensations of heat and desire, pleasure pulsing through my core as my pussy grips his cock like a vice and my orgasm explodes through me like a crashing firework. My body locks up, skin tingling from contact, and my world is suspended in bliss that lasts a few long seconds.
Then Killian’s own orgasm hits and heat floods inside me. With that I crash with a cry, trembling from the shocking power of the orgasm he’d wrung out of me and I sag back onto the bed as my core twitches and milks each pulse of cum from Killian’s cock.
Holy shit. Holy fucking—
“I love you,” Killian says somewhere near my left ear as he drapes over me like a blanket, our bodies twitch together as we ride out the last few waves of pleasure and peace falls, broken by our pants and soft groans.
“I love you too,” I whisper and Killian buries his face into my damp neck, kissing and sucking at a pulse point he locates with his tongue.
I lazily stroke my fingertips over his warm shoulders, feeling the grooves my nails left behind as aftershocks continue to pulse through my body. Killian shifts his weight, packing his cock a little firmer into my pussy with absolutely no intention of leaving.
I’m so full.
A sensation I like, I realize. We’re locked together as one and even as an ache starts to grow in my thighs, I ignore it.
This is it, I think a little dazed. This is how our family truly starts. Right here, me and him. The Mafia world is calming after the ripples of a Russian coup, a baby now grows in my belly drawing us closer together and as the threats of life die down, Blair won’t stand a chance against us.
Foolishness lingers in my heart that I ever doubted Killian, even for those few panicked seconds. He’s shown me time and time again where his desire lies and yet the presence of a baby kicked my worry up ten fold.
So stupid.
We’ll take Samuel and love him as our own but Blair?
As Killian lifts his head and kisses me long and slow, my heart sings happily. Blair is nothing, not against what we have.
My fear is calmed and my doubts are soothed.
I want this family and no one is going to take it from me.
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KILLIAN
I’m going to be a father.
The warm thought pops into my head the moment I open my eyes, and it’s a sweet thought. One I repeat gently over and over in my mind as I lay there, eyes closed and Cara snuggled up in my arms. Skin to skin, the heat between us draws me closer and I tighten my arms around her middle, pulling her back into my chest as she squeaks faintly but doesn’t wake. Like this, I never want to move. I’m cozy and she’s exactly where she belongs.
Such a soft morning probably shouldn’t be granted to someone like me, yet here I am enjoying it all the same.
Cara’s pregnant.
The news had taken all the air and all sane thought right out of my body, nothing had felt real after that announcement and I can’t explain why.