Page 100 of Born into Darkness

“You started this,” she says, her voice slow and lazy, body worn out and limp against me. “I’m the one who woke up with you hard inside me. This is entirely your fault.”

“I may be temporarily exhausted,” I tell her, “but it was worth it. You can wear me out anytime you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She kisses my chest and then forces herself to sit with a tired sigh. When she starts to lift up, separating our bodies, she whispers a quick, “Ow,” and then hisses out a breath when I finally slide free of her. I miss her instantly. If I could stay inside her permanently, I would. The cool air on my dick isn’t nearly as pleasant as the soft, warm heat of her pussy.

Before I can even suggest a soak in the tub, she says, “We need to do your hand exercises.”

I laugh at the bossy tone of her voice and scoot back so I can sit against the headboard while she props a pillow under my forearm. Thankfully, she stays naked while quickly relieving me of the hand splint. I watch her, impressed by her in so many different ways. Her movements are sure and gentle, intent on following every instruction the doctor gave her while also not causing me any pain. The latter is impossible to avoid, but I keep my face as calm as possible, not wanting her to feel bad for the sharp stabs of pain every movement causes me. It’s not beyond what was described as normal, so I ignore it as best I can and put my focus on the way her tits softly bounce with her movements.

“Does this hurt too much?” she asks, working on the finger that suffered the worst damage.

“You make the pain bearable,svetik moy,” I tell her, making her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. It matches her areolae and pussy, and when I tell her that, she blushes even harder. “So beautiful,” I murmur, watching her and ignoring the pain that radiates throughout my hand.

When she’s finished, she carefully puts my finger back in the splint. She’s already taped the other fingers together, and the only thing left is the hand splint that I can’t wait to be rid of. Satisfied with her work, she leans down to kiss my hand, and I swear my heart fucking melts at the sight of her doing it.

She lifts up, and I hook a finger under her chin before pressing my mouth to hers. It’s a slow kiss, just me wanting to taste and feel her, but it still gets me hard with a quickness, and when I pull back and she sees the full effect of what she does to me, she laughs and pats me on the shoulder.

“I’m impressed, I really am, but I need a breather,” she says, unable to take her eyes off the thick cock between us. She hesitates like she’s having an internal debate before giving a firm shake of her head and saying, “No, I do need a break and a soak in what I’m assuming is a massive tub and maybe some food.”

I smile and lean in to kiss her again. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one who needs some calories.” Giving her a wink, I add, “You wore me out, sweetheart.”

She laughs and takes the hand I offer her, pulling her up and against me as I lead her to the attached bathroom. When she sees the huge tub, she sighs and claps her hands.

“Big enough?” I ask.

“Yes, and I can’t wait to try it out. First, we soak, and then we eat.”

I laugh, already reaching down to turn the hot water on, and say, “Yes, ma’am.”

I spend the rest of the night taking care of her and loving every second of it. The time alone is exactly what we needed. I show her the rest of the house and the property outside, and she seems to love it all as much as I do. We laugh and eat and talk about the future, and then we go to bed and lose ourselves in each other until neither one of us can move. She falls asleep in my arms and I wake to the feel of her mouth on my cock, and I have to remind myself that this isn’t a dream, that this is actually my life now.

By the time her family is due to show up, I’ve tasted every inch of her and filled her with so much cum that I have no doubt she’ll soon be pregnant with our baby, and I couldn’t be happier. The huge smile she’s giving me makes it clear she feels the same way.

When I get the security alert on my phone I’ve been waiting for, I cup Talia’s face and give her a kiss. “They’re here,” I tell her.

“Do we need to let them in?” she asks, already turning her head to try and see out the window.

“No, Niki has everyone’s face in the system, including your family, so the gate will open for them.”

She gives me a surprised look. “When did he do that?”

“I asked him to do it a few days ago,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door.

“Thanks, Max. That was really sweet of you.”

I lean down and kiss her head. “I would do anything for you. Your family needs to know they can come and see you anytime they want. I don’t want them to feel like I’m keeping you prisoner.” I laugh and add, “Something tells me that wouldn’t go over so well. Bran would be on the roof of some building, already putting me in his sights.”

“They are pretty protective,” she admits. “But they know how much I love you, so they would never hurt you.”

I resist the urge to enlighten her that they would most definitely give me a slow and painful death if they thought I’d hurt her in any way, regardless of how much she loves me. I’d feel the same way if I were them, so I don’t take offense to it.

We open the door in time to see them all getting out of the SUVs. The men in my family should be arriving in about an hour. It’s time we had a discussion about how the joining of our families is going to work. I’m tired of it hanging over my head, and I know Talia worries about it as well, and I don’t want her worrying about anything.

“Hey, honey,” her dad says, and Talia immediately goes over and gives him a big hug before wrapping her arms around her mom and brothers. Her uncles and cousins pile out of the other SUV, and she hugs all of them, already getting emotional at the thought of them flying back home tomorrow. Her parents and brothers were going to stay longer, but they’ve decided to head back tomorrow with the others. I know how antsy they must feel at leaving their territory exposed. Even with the rest of their men there, it’s still a risk to be gone for so long.

Her dad squeezes my shoulder as he walks by, and her mom gives me a big hug and asks about my hand. Nina reminds me of my aunts, and I thank whatever deity is listening for saving me from a mother-in-law from hell.

Dima lets out a low whistle and points at the house behind me. “Nice place, Max.”

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