Page 214 of Bride By Coronation

"Wrong?" He meets my eye.

"You don't look happy."

He stares at me as if I'm a ghost for a moment, then blinks a few times. "I'm sorry. I'm just..."

"Just..."

"I'm going to be a father?"

"Ummm... I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not."

He glances down, splays his palm on my stomach, and slowly pins his blues on mine. There's a mix of fear, excitement, and pride in his gaze. He firmly claims, "No. You're carrying our baby."

A relieved laugh flies out of my mouth. "Let's not get too excited until we know for sure."

He flips me onto the mattress again.

I shriek.

"Then let's make sure we don't leave any room for the doctor to tell us I didn't knock you up."

I laugh.

He chuckles, then returns to kissing and thrusting inside me.

Adrenaline ignites in a flash.

He grips my neck, pressing and kneading, inciting a pool of endorphins ready to attack my core.

"I love you, my queen," he murmurs between kisses.

"I love you, my king," I reply, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Jesus, I missed you," he adds.

"Yes. Let's not ever be apart again," I state.

He kisses me harder, presses my thigh higher, and thrusts deeper.

Endorphins explode, rushing to my core and generating uncontrollable convulsions deep within me. My body spasms, desperately trying to hold on to him as his erection slides against my walls.

"Kirill," I cry out.

"Shh, my little bird," he coos, pressing his fingers harder against my neck.

"Do it," I order, wanting the next level I've craved since we've been apart.

"You might be pregnant," he reminds me.

"Do it," I beg.

He grunts. "No." He slides his hand under my neck.

"Kirill!"

He presses in a different spot, and the same high I get when he cuts off my air supply attacks me.

Incoherent sounds work their way out of me. My convulsions intensify, and I thrash against him. The room flashes white and then my eyes roll.

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