His growl reverberated through her as his self-control snapped. He pumped, hard and fast and everything she needed. The force of his final thrust tumbled them both to the bed.
 
 With a combination laugh and gasp he rolled her to her side. ‘Oh, hell, your make-up!’
 
 ‘I don’t care,’ she giggled.
 
 ‘Because you’ve got what you wanted?’ he murmured wolfishly. ‘Honestly, you look so beautiful right now. I’m going to have to ravish you again as soon as all those guests leave.’
 
 She pressed her hand to her belly. Whether it was instinct or wishful imagination, she had a sudden certainty that his seed had struck.
 
 His eyebrows arched. ‘You think?’
 
 ‘It’s possible, right?’
 
 ‘Bethan.’ He drew her close and tenderly pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. ‘With you,anythingis possible.’
 
 And sure enough, nine and a half months later their son arrived—impatient and demanding, loving and full of vitality—the perfect blend of them both.