Page 93 of Captive Vows
I might have nodded.
“And I promise I’m going to marry you. Or I promise to convince you to marry me.”
I smiled, biting my lip. All these months he’d stayed away from me and avoided me while keeping me trapped in his house, I wondered if he even remembered that he’d told me that. His highhandedness didn’t expire. But with him being so mad at me, and me furious with him, I figured he’d taken back that comment.
“We’re going to get married as soon as we can.”
Hewasdrunk. But I only heard genuine vows as we made love.
“You’ll be my wife. And I’m going to keep you pregnant. I’ll knock you up until we have as big of a family as you want. A real one. Because I’ll do whatever it takes for you to understand that I love you.”
There it was. He was really putting it all out there. “I love you, Luka.” My breath hitched as my orgasm came closer to overwhelming me.
“And I’ll never stop loving you. I will love you so fucking much that you’ll never want to think about leaving again.”
I had already given up on that idea. Escaping wasn’t happening. But now, my goal to stay was a decision backed by love.
As I came, crying out loudly and breaking my word about no tears, he held me close and thrust faster until he joined me. I leaned and sagged against him, so spent and fatigued in the efforts we’d put into making up at last.
He had me.
I didn’t suspect he’d ever let me go now.
But as he pulled out, letting the suctioning sounds of our cum be so audible, he chuckled.
“Itoldyou not to come so hard…”
I laughed lightly, seeking out his warmth as he stood and then bent to pick me up. Carrying me to the shower, he kissed my brow, and I tried my best to stay awake. Even if I did fall asleep, it’d be with a lazy smile on my face.
35
LUKA
Gabriella was sluggish in the shower, barely able to stand fully. Curling against me, she seemed too tired to care about cleaning up. Her peaceful smiles suggested she felt too damn good within my embrace to even think.
It didn’t matter. I held her up. I kept her close. Sobering by the minute because I knew she was relying on me to clean us up and make sure she didn’t slip or fall, I concentrated. It was a reward for me to feel her, to have this contact between our bodies again. And it was a break for her, letting her have the chance to do absolutely nothing but be pampered.
Once I got us rinsed off, I steadied her to grab a couple of towels. She was sleepy and clumsy, so I gave up on wrapping her in the terry bath sheets. Instead, I picked her up naked and walked her to my room.
The second I laid her on the mattress where she’d belonged all this time, next to me, she was out. Literally, she wasout. Sleeping with her head not even fully on the pillow, she smiled in her sleep.
“Sweet dreams,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss her before I climbed in around her.
Tucking her against me was the best feeling in the world. She stayed on her side, as she had to this late in her pregnancy, but it didn’t change how perfectly she slotted against me. Spooning her like this, I could finally admit that all was right in my world.
I had her back, or rather, she hadmeback. We’d moved past the fight that made me so stupid and prideful as to miss all this time of her being pregnant.
Don’t worry.
I closed my eyes, breathing in her scent.
I won’t miss a second of the next one.
Early in the morning, she woke up to go to the bathroom. Despite drinking last night and no matter how tired I was from staying up late to make love to her, I woke up too.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, tossing the blanket off to follow her to the bathroom. It couldn’t be morning sickness. The doctor reports never mentioned that she had it.
“Bladder pushed on by a baby,” she whined comically, hurrying toward the other room.
