At one point Fabian's thrusts grew desperate and frantic, and his fingers dug into my hips possessively, and I knew he was close.
I couldn't stop babbling. "Fuck me, fuck me,fuck me—"
One big final thrust and it was over. Fabian let out a cry as he came, filling me to the brim. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I came all over myself, too, though I was only aware of that after I came down from my high.
The next few seconds were a fuzzy, warm blur. Eventually, I came to my senses and found Fabian snuggled up beside me in bed with a satisfied smile. I realized I was grinning like an idiot, too.
There was something else Fabian was doing.
"Hey," I said. "Do you always do that when you fuck someone?"
"Do what?" he asked, lifting his head lazily.
"You're glowing."
Fabian blushed. He looked down at himself. His body shimmered with a soft warm glow, the same way his golden eyes did. "Ha! Would you look at that?"
I snorted. "Don't let the paparazzi fans find that out. They'll have a field day."
Fabian rolled his eyes and nuzzled his head into my collarbone like a snuggly penguin. "Don't you worry your little head, my dear. This glow is for you, and you alone."
10
Fabian
"Hey, Fabian,"Stan called from the bedroom.
I laughed under my breath and flipped the chocolate chip pancake in the skillet. "Yes, Stan."
He sauntered out into the kitchen wearing a shirt that absolutely did not fit him anymore.
"Does this egg make me look fat?" he asked, showing off his large belly.
I put the spatula down and put my hand on my hip. "After the fourth time you've told me this joke? Yes, it does."
Stan mock gasped. "How dare you."
"I said what I said."
He pulled out his phone and began texting frantically. Then he pocketed it and shot me a smug look. "I just told Alice and Donna you called me fat. They're on their way to pluck all your feathers."
I laughed and pulled him over to me. "Sure. Why don't you hand me that plate so I can finish preparing breakfast for you?"
Stan grabbed the plate. "I'm kidding, by the way. About the plucking thing only, not that you called me fat." He grinned. "Hopefully they don't go on a slander campaign all over social media."
I clicked my tongue and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Let them. What do I care? I already have everything I need, and he's right here in front of me."
Stan beamed. He looked so radiant when he smiled, always, but especially so when he was pregnant. "Do you really mean that?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Never." He kissed me back. "And I love that about you."
"Well, I loveeverythingabout you, so there."
Stan shovelled a pancake into his mouth. "I love everything and a half. And the fact that you made me pancakes."
"How could I say no when my fated mate asks me for anything?" I ran a hand down his belly. "Especially when he looks so sexy..."
