Page 124 of Filthy Lies

His teeth scrape the sensitive skin beneath my jaw, making me gasp.

“Here?” I ask breathlessly. “What about the chef? The musicians?”

“Gone.” His hands push my dress up around my waist. “I dismissed them when you were dancing with your eyes closed.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest as he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit and releasing pulsing waves of dangerous deliciousness.

“Mine,” he growls, his free hand pinning my wrists above my head. “This body, this pussy, this womb that’ll carry my child again… all fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp, my body quivering beneath his demanding touch. “No one else will ever feel how wet I get for you.”

He replaces his fingers with his cock in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, the sound lost in the vastness of the night sky above us.

I lock my ankles behind the small of his back to seal him deeper into me. It’s funny that there was a time that I was terrified of his size. Now, it feels like the key to a lock that opens a door deep inside me, a door for us and us only.

When he fills me, I cry tears of happiness.

When he withdraws, I just want him back again.

The table shakes beneath us, but it manages to hold up to the job as Vince pulls me onto him by my thighs, fucking deeper and deeper and harder and harder.

My eyes flutter halfway closed as the first tendrils of the orgasm start to spread through me. I clamp down on his forearms to keep him close as little sighs and moans go pouring out of my parted lips.

“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

I obey, my gaze locking with his as pleasure builds higher at the base of my spine. I’m still in my dress, but I’ve never felt so naked or so thrilled about it.

“Vince,” I gasp as the tension coils tighter. “I’m close. I’m close. I’m?—”

“Not yet.” He slows, torturing us both. “I want to remember this moment. The night we decided to expand our family. The night we claimed our future.”

I didn’t think I could come with him going this slow, but his words push me over the edge. I come hard and fast. As I do, I say the only words that make sense anymore.

“Come in me, Vince. I want your baby.”

45

ROWAN

I wake tangled in silk sheets that smell like sex and champagne.

My body is still humming from Vince’s touch. Last night, he fucked me beneath the stars while I begged him to put another baby inside me. Today, it’s bright and warm in the morning sunlight, and life seems like it could be so good if we just let it.

Vince sleeps beside me, one arm flung possessively across my waist. In sleep, the sharpness of his features softens. I trace the silver streaks in his hair and wonder how many of them I’ve caused.

He doesn’t stir when I slip from beneath his arm.

The familiar weight of my tracking necklace rests against my throat as I pad silently to Sofiya’s room. She’s such a good sleeper. Auntie Ana and Uncle Dan wore her out last night, so now, she’s snoozing happily.

She’s such a beauty, too. Dark lashes fanned against cherub cheeks, those ever-present tiny fists of victory clenched by her head.

My body aches pleasantly between my legs, a reminder of Vince’s promises from last night. Another baby. A future beyond the darkness. A new beginning.

I almost believe it.

Almost.

The urge to surprise Vince with breakfast hits me suddenly. A small thank you for the beautiful evening he created. He mentioned something over dinner about bringing home Costa Rican coffee beans, so I go hunting for the package. He’ll appreciate the gesture, I’m sure.

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