to fuck you hard,” I tell her huskily.
“Do it,” she begs. “Oh, God, do it.”
“Can you take it?” I ask.
She tosses her hair, some of it going into her eyes. Then she blows it away, a cute moment that bolsters the lust. Finally, she tilts her head at me feistily.
“I can take everything you have to give, Saul. Do it. Put a baby in me.”
“Argh,” I roar, pumping my hips faster, harder.
I lean over and loop my arm around her body, my forearm crushing her breasts as I grip onto her, pressing my chest against her back as I drive deeper, getting as close to her as I can.
The tanginess of our sex fills the air with its welcome scent as I thrust my hips, the bed whining and jostling around with our movements.
Faster and faster, I pump, harder, deeper.
I feel her pussy beginning to tighten and throb around my cock, her pleasure rising to the surface as her moans do the same. Her moans come as though she’s struggling to breathe, our faces pressed cheek to cheek now as I hammer her into the bed, thundering my abs into her ass cheeks, dominating her with each primal crash of our sexes.
“Cream, Sadie,” I manage to snarl in her ear, somehow finding the words. “Do it now …”
She throws her head back and screams, the veins straining her neck, her expression a picture of absolute euphoria. I tilt my head and stare at her as I continue to fuck her, every inch of her skin turning red with the lustful letting-go.
I watch her as the orgasm possesses her, gritting my teeth with the effort of withholding my own seed.
And then I see it begin to wane, her breathing trying to catch up with her.
I lean back and let her go, staring down at my cock, staring at the creaminess of her come covering my entire cock.
I stare at her thick creamy release as I fuck her, groaning when I see it froth between my cock and her hole and slide up into her greedy little asshole.
I grunt and then roar.
I sound like a warrior before battle.
I sound crazed.
And I am.
Crazy for her, my woman, only mine.
I fall against her as my cock turns to starlight, exploding over and over, the tip of my cock ablaze with the passage of my seed. It shoots into her fiercely, every part of my consciousness focused on the tip of my cock where the humming, explosive release is the most felt, the most real.
I stare through the haze of my release to find that Sadie is bucking against me, her fingernails digging into my side as she pulls me into her, deeper, harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I roar, loud enough to bring the roof down.
We collapse together onto the bed, both of us struggling to suck insufficient air.
“Holy shit, Sparkplug,” I whisper, dragging her into my arms, gripping her shoulder possessively.
I never want to let her go.
“I just went with it,” she whispers, disbelief in her voice. “You seemed to like it.”
“Seemed,” I repeat, with a deep chuckle. “There was no seemed about it.”
I roll onto my side and stroke my free hand down her body, holding it against her belly.
“I can feel it,” I say quietly, and I really can.
Lying here with my woman, the scones light flickering magically, her face the only one I’ll ever need to make me feel fulfilled as a man, I really can fucking feel our child inside of her.
Sadie, we need to tell Fiona when she gets back.
I fight that sentence down, despite its truth.
The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment.
Especially when she places her hand atop mine, her smile making my soul feel giddy like I’m that short little kid again, dressed as a knight, ready to take on the world.
With her, with our family, with our shining futures.
I’m ready for anything.
“I can feel it, too,” she murmurs, voice dreamy.
Chapter Nineteen
Sadie
Two days later, the three of us are sitting in a diner in Marchway, the wind howling against the window and the lights of the diner seeming impossibly bright against the early-sunset wilderness beyond the glass.
I glance into our reflection in the window and see the three of us sitting there, me in my winter jacket and Saul in his steel-gray suit, and Fiona in a fluffy Christmas sweater with the sleeves pulled up, the better to grip her hot cocoa.
I stare and I try not to think about these past two days,