Maybe hold off on biting him. We don’t want him growing complacent, Bouda said, backtracking.
He didn’t.
His tongue slid between my cheeks until I felt the scrape of his stubble.
“Do you think another will ever see this?” he growled.“Claim your stunning pussy.”
His teeth sank into my arse like a lunatic.
“No!” I yelled, my eyes flying open.
He released me at once, licking the spot where he’d bitten.
“Damn right,” he growled, then chuckled darkly.“And to make sure, your belly will never be empty.”
What the fuck? He’d completely lost the plot.
“Mmm,” he moaned, burying his face back between my thighs.
I winced when his teeth grazed me again, but his grip held me steady as his mouth worked. His tongue flicked, relentless, his fingers spreading me open as he pushed deeper.
My hand slipped. A sheet of paper fluttered to the floor.
He was kissing me like a starved animal.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough.“Give me that slick, baby. Soak my face.”
“Blaidd,” I hissed.
He ignored me, driving his tongue in and out before starting all over again.
With a moan, I began to rock back against his rhythm.
“Who do these tight little fuck holes belong to?” he rasped, circling his tongue with intent.
I considered pushing him over the edge—but I had a feeling he’d withhold his knot just to prove a point.
“Yours,” I said, breathless.
He grunted and shifted his attention again while I found myself calculating when the next ultrasound appointment was scheduled.
Thank god for the twins. We’d needed multiple scans to make sure they were safe.
While I mentally catalogued his next inevitable breakdown, he rose behind me.
One hand palmed my belly. The other locked on my hip.
“Move back,” he said, low and controlled.“I don’t want the twins concussed.”
I glanced down at my belly and shuffled back, shaking my head at his comment.
“Just imagine when they start walking,” I teased softly.“All those sharp corners.”
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.“Why didn’t I think of that?”
I looked over my shoulder.
He stood there, shell-shocked.
