Page 153 of Wild Tangled Hearts

My heart flutters and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

“Husband,” I say, testing the word. “I like the sound of that.”

His smile is contagious as he carries me through the foyer, not stopping until we reach the bedroom, where he gently lowers me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Never imagined I could be this happy,” he murmurs against my mouth. His tongue parts my lips, sweeping inside, reigniting that ever-raging heat.

Every insecurity. Every fear. It’s all washed away. Because I am his.

His hands roam over the satin of my dress as our tongues tangle, my fingers grasping at his shirt, needing to have his flesh against mine.

Love.

I can sense the power of it pulsing between us.

Need tumbles through me, hungry for his touch, my body begging for the kind of pleasure only Sebastian can give.

“Nothing has ever felt better than touching you, Bella,” he says, voice a rasp. “Except now, you’re mine.” Those dark eyes stare down at me, penetrating my very soul. “My wife.”

“Only yours,” I whisper.

“Loving you makes me feel...” His breathing is harsh, his words dense with emotion. “Like I’m not just surviving, but actually living.”

My chest squeezes with the intensity of his confession.

“I love you, Sebastian. And I’ll continue to love you every day of the rest of my life.”

His mouth is back on mine, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. We peel away our clothes, every touch an act of devotion.

When he sinks inside me, possessing me, I lose myself in him. His cock thrusts into me, over and over again.

Fast. Hard. Deep.

His body pounds into mine until a cry escapes my lips and I’m writhing beneath him. My orgasm rips through me, infiltrating every part of my being. Sebastian’s breaths come jagged and hard. I can feel every ripple, every pulse of him as he pours himself into me.

Spent and unable to move, he holds himself inside of me for a moment until his breathing returns to a normal rhythm.

“You’re incredible,” he groans, lying back against the mattress and pulling me into his arms.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve never been happier.”

“I want to always make you happy, Bella,” Sebastian whispers, his fingers tenderly brushing through my hair. I sigh contentedly, reveling in the sensation of his touch. “I spoke with a urologist a few days ago. I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure...”

Hearing the seriousness in his tone, I turn onto my stomach and rest my chin on my hands, my brows furrowing. “About what?”

His gaze is unwavering. “To see if I’m just infertile, or sterile.”

I reach out to touch his cheek, my fingers gently grazing his stubble. “Does it matter?” I ask softly. He knows that I’ve already come to terms with the fact that we won’t have biological children.

Sebastian takes my hand, pressing a warm kiss to my palm. “Yes,” he admits. “Because there are treatments now, assisted reproductive technologies, where it’s possible for us to have kids.”

I sit up abruptly, my eyes widening. “Really?”

He nods, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up. And there are no guarantees, but the possibility is there. If that’s what you desire.”

I lean back, my mind spinning with thoughts and emotions. The love I have for Sebastian is already more than I ever dared to hope for. Our relationship, our marriage, is a dream come true. But the idea of having a baby with him, with the possibility of a tiny life that carries both of our love, makes my belly flutter with longing.

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