“He?” My lips curl. “You think it’s a boy?”
She shrugs. “Could be a girl. I don’t know. What would you prefer?”
“Either or,” I reply, “as long as they resemble their mother.” That’s how I know I’ll love the kid so fucking much. Stroking the bump, I ask, “Isn’t it supposed to kick?”
“It can’t kick on demand,” she laughs, throwing her head back and she watches me with fascination. “You’re so eager.” She stops laughing and inhales. “I love that about you.”
“Just that one thing,” I rasp and her eyes turn warm with lust. “Just that one thing when I love a thousand things about you?” I don’t give her a chance to respond, cupping her neck to show her what I want and she instantly responds. There’s no hesitation and before I know it, her arms are wrapped around my neck.
She smells of the sweetest nectar, her huge tits brushing my chest, teasing me with their voluptuous femininity and she has that siren look in her eyes. Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous to tantalize me this much?
Lifting her face, she inches that glossy mouth closer to mine, lips curving as if this is all just for fun. She is innocent so I forgive her for being reckless. Just like she will need to forgive me for everything I’ve done.
With a snarl I crush my lips against hers and she quickly responds. Her mouth is so warm, so soft and she tastes like paradise as she shyly laps at me and it’s making my head swim. As my aggression rises I can sense her unease but I’m not going to hurt her. I’m just going to take what I need for now.
I turn her around until her curvy ass is in front of me. I shove into her and she gasps. If she keeps gasping like that, she’s going to make me explode in a second… I pull her hair back and kiss her lips, my tongue invading hers as I keep shoving against her softness.
“Finally, I have you back,” I rasp in her ear. “I’m not letting you go, Freya.”
She squirms and she’s firm yet she feels like a pillow and I nearly blow. But I don’t want to act like an animal toward my pregnant woman so instead I just rub my face against hers and then I go lower, to her throat, her cleavage and stomach, rubbing in my scent to mark my territory. Freya seems to enjoy it, her fingers threading my hair and she’s moaning, her head tossed back from the pleasure of our bodies touching.
When she turns to look at me, her eyes are hooded making my chest swell with pride. Fuck, nobody comes even close to her.
“That was a little unusual,” she whispers, her lips swollen and I am going to kiss those lips for the rest of my life. “You’ve never nuzzled me like that before.”
“Had to do it. We’re mated Freya and I want you to know who owns you,” I say and her gaze goes to the massive bulge down my pants and a smile curls her lips.
“You own me?” she asks with an amused frown and I nod gravely.
“You’re mine and I’m yours.” She has everything that is mine, my wealth, body and the deepest, darkest part of me…my heart.
“Good,” she smiles. “Because baby and I won’t settle for anything less.”
“You deserve everything,” I say. “Now let’s get you fed.” I clasp her hand in mine and we’re about to walk out the room when I’m reminded of something and my brows frown. I come to a sudden stop and she bumps into me, letting out a sound of surprise.
“Freya,” I say hoarsely, looking at her honest face. “There’s something I need you to tell me.” She nods as if ready to do whatever I ask and I add, “You trust me don’t you? You trust that I didn’t reveal any information that could hurt your uncle’s organization?”
Looking down, Freya fidgets. “Do we have to talk about this now? I’m hungry.”
“I just want you to tell me.”
She lets out a frustrated sound and whirls around, dragging her fingers through her hair. “What difference does it make? I’m here with you now. Isn’t that enough?”
“I need you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“But you don’t believe me when I say I was protecting you as much as I could.”
Her shoulders slump and she shakes her head. “You were an agent, Ram. It was your job to spy on us. Of course you told them our secrets. Probably a whole bunch of them.”
I want to roar because that’s just not fucking true and I let out a hiss, before falling to my knees in front of Freya. “I swear it. Your family will be safe. I need you to believe me.” I clutch her hands but she worms out of my grip.
“Ram...,” she pleads, “please, don’t put this pressure on me right now.”
My pulse speeds up and I feel downcast. I can’t have my woman have anything but utter faith in me. I need her dependence, her full devotion. That’s what strengthens me, what makes me want to fight for us no matter what. I can’t have a part of Freya hidden from me because she thinks there’s a part of me that can’t be trusted.
“Don’t be upset with me,” she asks, lifting her hands to my face when I rise and I shrug.