Page 74 of Breathtaking

“I don’t need to be worshipped,” I moan. “I need to come.”

His fingers dig into my skin as he lifts me from the table and impales me, hitting something deep inside me as my toes curl and my back arches, and I lose any false sense of control and shatter around him.

Irrevocably broken, but maybe... just maybe, somehow finally healed.

LENNON

I fit in his arms like I was meant to be there.

—Lennon’s Secret Thoughts

When I wake up the next morning, it’s with my head resting in the crook of Maddox’s arm and him at my back, with his hand possessively wrapped around my stomach. I don’t remember falling asleep last night, but I do know we were each on our own sides of the bed. Pregnancy has had my emotions in overdrive for weeks, but last night... I have no words for how confused it left me.

Should I still be angry? Hurt? Over it all?

What am I supposed to do with the information this man laid bare at my feet?

Is there a right or wrong answer? Because honestly, I’m over it all. I don’t want to hold a grudge. I don’t want to be mad. I want to choose happiness. I want to choose love and forgiveness. I was never given those options before. I was rarely given any options before. But now... Now the decision is mine to make, and I want to choose him. This. Our family.

Warmth radiates from Maddox’s bare chest as he shifts his hips, and his deliciously hard dick pushes against my ass, and suddenly, I’m wide-awake and very aware of my choices.

He tugs my chest back, and his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Sleep,principessa. It’s going to be a long day. You need your rest.”

“Yes, but the rest of today is for show.” I press my lips to his. “Right now, it’s just us.” I wiggle my ass back into his hips, needy for this man who will be my husband in just a few hours.

His lips skim over my shoulder as he pulls down my panties. “Whatever my wife wants.”

I hum. “I love the sound of that.”

“Getting your way?” he asks as he shoves down his boxers.

“No,” I murmur and moan when his hands are back on my body. “Your wife.”

Maddox growls possessively as he lifts my leg, opening me up to him from behind. “I love you, Lennon. Only you.”

His words wrap around me, soothing my soul and setting it on fire.

One hand gently wraps around my neck and holds my face. “Tell me you’re with me, baby.”

“I think I’ve always been with you, even when we weren’t together.” I close my eyes as a tear slips from the corner. “I’ve always loved you.”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said that,” he murmurs against my mouth as his fingers slide over my clit, teasing me with his touch.

“It won’t be the last.” I keen against him. “Now please, please, please, make me come.”

He takes my lips in a deliciously decadent kiss.

Pushing his tongue into my mouth as he surges up with his cock, owning me.

Body and soul.

“Jesus,principessa. You feel so fucking good. Like you were made to take my cock,” he groans, grinding into me. Taking what’s only his to take and giving me everything I ever needed.

“My fucking wife.”

“Only ever yours,” I whisper as the rest of the world ceases to exist. “Only ever us.”

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