“What?” she asked him nervously. “You can’t be sure of that.”
She shook her head, but he smelled her growing hotter. The spicy scent was an aphrodisiac all its own.
As though the thought of carrying his child wasn’t as abhorrent as it should be.
“I’m certain, Merinus.” He allowed his hand to smooth over her cheek, his thumb to trace her lips. “The need you’re feeling will only grow worse, more painful without my sperm coming inside you. But you must know what will happen when it does. I cannot stop it, Merinus. I cannot protect you from this.”
He wanted to howl with his rage, his pain for what he was putting her through.
“You aren’t to blame, Callan.” Her smile trembled, her eyes glistened with tears. “It’s not your fault.”
Her lack of anger towards him cracked his soul. How could she be so accepting, so loving to a man who had all but destroyed her life?
“I love you, Merinus. I want you to know this now,” he whispered. “You are my soul and you are my life. I could not survive without you now.”
“I know that.” A tear fell from her eye. “I know Callan, because it’s the same for me.”
He laid his forehead against hers, breathing roughly, staring down at her as he fought to come to grips with what this night would bring. A child. He had never thought to know that joy, that fear.
“I will protect you and our babe as best I can,” he told her roughly. “With my life, Merinus.”
Her hand was shaking as it moved to cup his cheek. He could feel her fear now, her uncertainty. Suddenly the complications were growing with each second. It was no longer just their lives at risk, but the life of an innocent.
“It’s really bad this time.” She breathed in hard as her body shuddered with the heat. “I’m scared, Callan.”
He moved her to her back, looming over her, wishing there was some way to take her fears from her.
“We will make it okay, love,” he swore to her, though he had no idea how. “Somehow, someway, we will keep our child safe.”
He lowered his head, his lips whispering over hers as he fought the need to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth. To possess her in every way, to make her take the hormone that would drive her need higher, make her body burn, make her release tear through her body and drive her quicker to fertility. Dr. Martin had been certain that this was the reason for the hormone. All tests when combined together fused to produce a single result. A child.
Wanting this night to be remembered, not just for the fear of conception, but for the beauty of their pleasure, Callan began to tease her lips. He didn’t want to tempt with the crazed needs of long love play. He didn’t want her mindless. He wanted to pleasure her, love her. His kissed her gently with only his lips, sipping at hers; staring into her wide eyes as his hands caressed her swollen br**sts, her hard ni**les. Then his tongue brushed her lips, slipped inside and allowed the effects of science and nature to begin. She accepted the invasion, her eyes closing with a groan as the taste of spice filled both their mouths. It would begin now. And he feared where it would end. But he didn’t stop kissing her. He couldn’t. He wanted the contact to last, to linger forever in his mind. That when he gave her his child, he loved her, worshipped her.
Within minutes their breathing increased, perspiration coated their bodies, lust rippled through them. Callan groaned as his hand lowered, testing the rich cream that prepared her for him. She was slick and hot, ready for him. He moved between her spread thighs, lowering himself against her, positioning his erection for the first hard thrust. He knew what she liked, and he would be certain that every stroke was made to gain her ultimate pleasure.
“I love you, Merinus,” he groaned against her lips as he thrust deep and hard inside her.
* * * * *
Merinus felt the shock of his entrance, the sudden stretching of her vagina, the pleasure/pain that drove all other thoughts from her head. Heat seared her body, spasmed her womb. Her muscles clenched on his c**k as he whispered his words of love against her lips. She cl**axed on the second stroke, but still the heat built. She bucked against him, her h*ps thrusting her cunt harder against the invading erection that pumped hard and fast inside her. Callan was moaning, his head lowering to her br**sts, his rough tongue licking at her ni**les as his mouth suckled each in turn. His c**k kept a smooth, hard rhythm as he thrust in and out of her. Each stroke stretched her, filled her. Her head tossed, her body shuddered.
Then he was moving faster, harder. His mouth went to her neck, to the little wound that never seemed to heal, his teeth locking on it, his tongue stroking as she began to feel the final phase of his possession. The hardening of the barb that would lock him inside her seconds before his ejaculation. The firm, stiff flesh that would allow no withdrawal and would ensure the conception that nature intended. She cried out as the firm thumb began to stiffen, raking her flesh erotically as he began to pound inside her mercilessly. She could feel the heat building in her stomach, knotting her muscles. Her vagina clamped down on his cock, milking it, demanding his release as she felt a harder, stronger orgasm building inside her own body. Her nails bit into his back as the deep strokes had her crying out for ease. He was growling low, her cries echoed through the room The barb lengthened then, and on the last hard stroke locked into her sensitive flesh and sent her into an explosion so hard, so deep she screamed out his name as she felt his seed erupt inside her.
His arms trembled beneath her shoulders as he gasped for breath. Merinus lay there, trying to catch her breath and frowned. Heated moisture dripped against her shoulder. Not much, a few fragile drops. She felt tears build in her eyes, her arms tightened about him, and she wished she knew what to say, knew some way to ease the pain inside this strong man.
“You humble me,” he whispered, his face hidden in her neck, his voice husky. “You amaze me, Merinus.”
“And how do I do this?” she asked him gently, her hands threading through the tawny strands of his hair. He shook his head. “Your love. Your acceptance.”
His voice strengthened, the hoarseness of his emotion leaving it slowly. He shook his head, took a hard breath and lifted himself from her. She felt him ease his c**k from her body and sighed in regret. She would keep him there forever if she could.
He moved away from her, sitting on the side of the bed, gazing into the dim light of the room as morning slowly made its way toward them. She watched him, seeing the strength in his body, the way he straightened his shoulders, ready to face the new battle coming their way as surely as daylight was edging through the sky.
“It won’t be easy.” He stared toward the window and the thick curtains covering it. “I can’t make any promises, other than I’ll always love you. I won’t leave you. I’ll do what I can to protect you.”
“No one could ask more of you, Callan,” she told him, her voice soft. “I don’t expect more of you.”
“You should.” He breathed roughly, dragging his fingers through his hair. “You should have run from me screaming when you first realized you desired me, Merinus.”