Page 54 of Savage Reign

“What?” he asked.

I laughed, feeling myself relax. I shouldn’t have been relieved that a man like Killian was scowling at me, but he looked so much like my Killian when he scowled that I was glad. I wouldn’t know what to do with him if he wasn’t moody.

Shaking my head, I muttered, “Nothing.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his waiting lips in a hard kiss that ended way sooner than it should have. I tried to prolong it when he pinched the skin on my ass.

“Hey!”

He smirked. “Behave.”

Before I could offer a retort, he turned us around and pulled out of me. I shivered from the empty feeling, followed by thesensation of his cum sliding out of me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise and closed my legs together.

He gave a mean laugh and gently spanked the outside of my thighs until they fell open, exposing me to his gaze.

I couldn’t say anything when he started to play with me, his fingers lightly dipping inside, spreading the wetness over my skin before going back to teasing me again.

I stayed silent as I watched him. His gaze was trained on my pussy, his expression dark and hungry with lust.

“Fuck, but you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this. I might have to fuck you every day from now on.”

My breath caught from his words, but I shook my head, not wanting to be put under his spell. “Sounds tiring.”

His eyes briefly met mine as he drove his fingers all the way in. My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. “If you get tired, you don’t have to do anything,” he said, slowly stroking inside me. My toes curled, but I didn’t pull away or try to stop him. “You would just lie there. I’d do all the work, firecracker. Yeah?”

I bit my lips, unable to speak, especially when he had increased his tempo.

“Just like what you’re doing now,” he said lowly, darkly. “Just lie there and let me make you feel good.”

He pushed my legs further apart, his eyes going back to my pussy as he licked his lips. It was his eyes on me that finally pushed me over. I brought my forearm up to my lips and bit on it when I came.

Distantly, I heard him let out a small curse before he pulled out and played with my clit.

My back arched as another smaller orgasm exploded, and all I could do was lie there and take it.

I felt him reaching for something before coming back to me, positioning us so that we were lying on the bed with the blanketthrown over us. He pulled me into his arms, his hand moving down to my back and playing around with the skin there.

I rested my face on his chest and looked off to the side, still thinking about all that had happened. For the first time all week, I didn’t know what would happen next, didn’t know what my plans should be, and I didn’t care. I was… content.

I still needed to tell them about my pregnancy, but I wasn’t rushing, and I didn’t feel bad for keeping it from them. Not even a little bit.

As soon as I thought about my pregnancy, it was as if my body just remembered there was something foreign inside me.

I sat up suddenly, pausing to see if the nausea would go away on its own if I didn’t move. Killian tensed, looking around the room as if there were some sort of threat he couldn’t see.

“Firecracker?”

I looked at him briefly, opened my mouth to say I was okay, and?—

Nope.

I flew out of the bed and into the bathroom. I nearly cried when the toilet lid slipped from my hand the first time I tried to open it.

I barely made it in time, puking out all the dinner I had the night before. I could hear Killian come up behind me, but I ignored him as tears stung my eyes. It seemed to go on forever. I didn’t even remember eating this much, but fuck.

Killian helped pull my hair back, holding it in one hand while the other rubbed up and down my back.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay,” he said softly to me. I focused on his words, trying to calm myself. When I didn’t feel like I was about to puke the entirety of my guts out, I pulled back. Pregnancy fucking sucked.

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