Page 92 of Captive Vows
“No.” He kissed me, drugging me with the hungrier and more brutal press of his mouth on mine. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
I frowned, trying to keep up with this wild ride. I’d gone from that numbness mixed with sadness to surprise. Then the euphoric elation of his wanting to make up. Now this desire. I was a mess of too many emotions and so damn confused. His words suggested that he was rejecting me, but as he worked on lowering his pants while using his free hand to keep me pressed flush to him as he kissed me again, his actions said he was all for it.
That hard dick that sprang out proved he was in the mood to get busy and deep inside me, too.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he amended.
“Oh… Luka.” I sniffled, framing his face as he guided me to stand. Leaning into him, I let him practically pick me up.
“No more tears.”
“These are happy ones.”
“Hmm.” He turned me, guiding me to crawl up on the bed with him behind me. “No more tears,” he repeated. “Because I don’t want to worry and assume something else.”
Feeling his dick poke and prod at the backs of my thighs was all I needed to shut up and not even think anymore. The touch of his big cock was plenty for me to focus on. As he situated us, with him kneeling and on his haunches as he held me close to him, my back to his front, he explained further.
“I want to fucking make love to you.” He smoothed his hands over my baby bump, his caress reverent and careful. Possessive.
“And I never want to stop.”
I smiled, reaching up to smooth my hand over his face as he nuzzled my neck and kissed me with the perfect hint of suction.
“You might need to give me a few weeks off after the baby comes.”
“Hmm.” He kept thrusting, rubbing his dick between my legs. Lowering his hand toward my pussy, he stopped to tease my clit with torturously good circles of his thumb around that nerve center. “Only four weeks and one day left to wait.”
My lips stretched in a wider smile. He had been counting down to the arrival of our baby. He hadn’t been that distant, still concerned and involved. Just stubborn, like me, to keep up his grudge.
“Does this mean that you’ve changed your mind about marrying me?” I asked.
Holding my breath as he lined his dick up to my entrance, I relished the security of him bracing me like this. Having sex with a big baby bump took some posturing, but he proved to be ready to see to my comfortandpleasure.
“Oh, fuck…” He growled as I slowly sat back down on him. Not until he was seated all the way in did I let myself moan. The long groan was ripped from my lips as I closed my eyes.
“Wait.” He didn’t move.
“Oh, my God. No. Please don’t tease me like this.” I whimpered. “You’ve neglected me for months and now?—”
“No, no.” He turned my head to kiss me. Then he eased back, intending to slide into me again. “But can’t sex cause labor?”
I laughed lightly. “No? Maybe? I don’t know.”
He kissed me again, chuckling. “Never mind.” Another hard kiss nearly pushed me over. That was how on edge I was toreconnect with him, tomake lovewith my one and only. “Just don’t come hard.”
I shook my head, pushing my ass back to him. “No promises.”
“Then I’ll promise,” he whispered as he drove into me steadily. Keeping one hand on my clit, teasing me, and his other cupping my breast as he thumbed my nipple, he seemed to be challenged to talk at the same time he filled me.
“I promise to apologize as many times as you need me to. For anything I’ve done wrong.”
My heart swelled. But I couldn’t manage it racing any faster than it already was. His words were too sweet, too tender. All my fantasies were coming true.
“I’m sorry, Gabriella, for ever making you feel sad enough to cry yourself to sleep.”
“Luka.” I told him I wouldn’t cry, and I was determined not to. Framing his face as he pounded into me, I focused on how good he made me feel to stave off the tears of joy.
“I promise to never be at odds with you this long again.” He pumped faster. “We will fight. But never like this again.”
