JENSEN
Mia hasn’t movedsince I pushed my seed back inside her like a lunatic. I’m so far gone, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Only that she has to take all of me for this to work.
Not a drop wasted.
It consumes me—the need to put my child in her. I want her belly to grow big and round. I want to kiss her stretch marks, rub her back when it’s sore. I want to claim every part of her, including her uterus. I want to start our family and watch her flourish as a mother. I want to see her holding a tiny version of us, perfect and ours.
But it’s been months.
Three fucking months, and she’s still not pregnant.
I’ve never failed at anything before. Not business, not life, not her.
But this… This is not working. She’s ovulating now, but even when she’s not, I can’t control the need to spill inside her at every opportunity. I’ve become consumed with the idea of her carrying my child.
Children.
This will never be a one and done.
“Jensen…” She whispers my name like her throat is too raw to speak it louder.
Right.I need to untie her.
I take a second to burn the image of her lying across the stools into my brain. She’s never looked more perfect. My little goddess laid out like a sacrifice. She’s naked from the waist down, and her shirt bunched up enough to expose the ridges of her spine.
I kiss her thigh reverently—completely at odds with the way she’s bent over and exposed for me.
Fuck, I love her.
I don’t know how to exist without her.
Her pussy glistens with our combined arousal, coating her in sticky wetness, and I can’t resist brushing my fingers through her cunt one last time. She feels like home. Like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky.
A tremble ripples through her as her breath hitches. My good girl. Even lying here, wrecked and ruined, she’s still so fucking responsive to my touch.
I crouch in front of her, brushing her hair back so I can see her face. Mia’s head is low, almost touching the side of the stool, her cheeks stained a pretty pink that makes my balls ache.
I lift her chin, desperate to see her eyes.
She’s dazed, like she’s downed a bottle of something strong, but the trust and love beneath that hits me in the chest like a hammer. I’d raze the world to ash before I break her faith in me.
“Are you with me, beautiful?” I ask her gently.
There’s a slow blink before she nods. “I think you broke my vagina.”
My lips twitch. I press a kiss to her temple. “I hope not. It’s my favorite place to be.”
I let her hair slip through my fingers so I can unknot the tie on her left wrist. I peel it off the stool leg, check her skin isn’tbruised or broken, then kiss where the fabric was looped around her. Then I do the same with the right. No injuries there either, but I still kiss her all the same.
“I don’t think I can move,” she warns, her voice thin.
“You don’t need to.” I stroke her hair. “I’ll take care of you.”
I’m careful as I lift her off the stools, slow and steady, in case she’s lightheaded. I won’t let her fall.
Never.
Mia leans into me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright, and I give her a second to let the blood rush back to her body. “You okay?” I check again as she drops her head into my neck.
