Before I can fully catch my breath, he’s turning me around, one hand splayed protectively over my belly, the other braced against the shower wall.
“Ineedyou.” His voice is raw with emotion and desire. “Ineedto be inside you, Sha. Ineedto feel you around me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I need it too. I need this connection, this joining, this proof that we’re alive and together in this moment.
His cock pushes into me from behind, slow at first, careful with my body, but his hand grips my hip so tightly I know control is hanging by a thread. “Fuck!” He groans, sinking deeper inch by inch, filling me until I gasp, forehead pressed to the wet tile. “So goddamn tight. Always so tight for me.” His hand slides up, closing over my throat, not to choke but to hold, to remind me of exactly who I belong to. “Say it,” he demands, his lips brushing my ear. “Say you’remine.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, my body clenching around him. “Always yours.”
“That’s right,” he snarls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me, hard enough to make the wall rattle. “And I’m never gonna stop fucking you like you’remine. Pregnant, crying, moaning, I don’t give a damn. You’ll always take me. You’ll always give me this.” The rhythm of Hurricane’s thrust from behind is slow and careful because of my swollen belly, but there’s nothing gentle about the emotion pouring off him.
This isn’t just sex—it’s ‘I love you and I’ll fight for you’all rolled into one desperate act.
His rhythm builds, controlled yet punishing, each thrust claiming me all over again. My breasts are heavy, my body stretched and aching, but none of it matters because he’s here, wrapped around me, inside me, drowning me in everything he is. “I’ll come home to you, Kaia,” he grits out before his teeth bite into my shoulder while he pounds into me. “I’ll fight like hell, and when I do, you’ll give me this again.You hear me?”
“Yes,” I sob, pushing back against him, desperate for more, desperate to feel every brutal inch of him. “Yes, Hurricane. I’ll wait. I’ll give you everything.”
His hand slides down to rub my clit in rough circles timed with his thrusts. My knees shake, pleasure coiling sharp and hot, and I can’t hold it in. “Come for me, Sha,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding. “Scream my name. Let everyone in this damn clubhouse know who makes you fall apart.”
He thrusts again, and at the same time, his thumb presses on my clit. A tingle breaks out all over my skin, causing goose bumps to rise with a cold sweat. As my muscles tighten, the explosion hits me like a tidal wave, endless and unforgiving. I moan something unintelligible while the orgasm rips through me like fire, my body convulsing, my voice breaking on his name as tears pour down my cheeks. Hurricane lets out a long, low groan, his fingers gripping my hip as his body begins to jerk a little like he’s getting close. His cock throbs with the pleasure rolling through him, and he firmly pulls me harder onto his cock. “Dammit, Kaia… fuuuck,” he roars seconds later, groaning low and gravelly, grinding deep inside me as he empties himself with a shudder that feels like it cracks him open too.
His movements are controlled but passionate, his free hand gripping my hip as he slows his rocking into me. I can feel my tears mixing with the shower spray on my chest, and it only makes them start falling harder.
“I love you,” he whispers fiercely, seated deep inside me, but still now. “I love you so goddamn much, Kaia. You and Immy and these babies… you’re my whole world.” He pants against my ear.
“I love you too.” I push back against him, taking him deeper. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
We cling to each other, to this moment, to the connection that’s sustained us through everything. I can’t stop the tears that pour down my face.
But even now, he doesn’t let me go. He kisses my wet hair, my cheek, my shoulder, whispering broken words between breaths. “Mine. Alwaysmine. Remember that when I’m gone.”
My body begins to wrack with my sobs, and Hurricane gently pulls out, turning me back around to face him, gathering me in his arms. We stand under the spray, holding each other. And he doesn’t say a thing about me sobbing.
He just holds me tighter than humanly possible.
Because he knows.
He knows that leaving for a war this big, with me being pregnant and with another child at home, is terrifying for me.
But I wouldneverask him to stay.
Even though every inch of me is bursting to do just that.
Because this is what he was born to do, to be president and lead his men.
“I’m gonna do everything I can to come home to you,” he promises, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m gonna fight like hell to get back to our family.”
“You better,” I whisper against his chest. “Because if you don’t, I’ll find a way to follow you into whatever afterlife exists just so I can kick your fucking ass for leaving me.”
He laughs, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “There’s my fierce woman. Hold onto that fire while I’m gone, okay? Use it to keep yourself and our babies safe.”
We stay in the shower for a while, just clinging to each other under the spray, letting the water wash away the salt of our tears and the heat of what we just shared. Eventually, the water runs cooler, and reality creeps back in. Hurricane kisses me one more time. It’s slow and lingering, like he’s trying to brand it into memory, before reluctantly reaching past me to turn off the faucet.
The silence that follows is heavy, thick with everything unspoken. He wraps a towel around me with gentle hands,pressing one last kiss to my damp hair before tugging one around his waist.
Step by step, we move back into the world beyond this moment.
The process of getting dressed feels surreal. Every movement is heavy with the knowledge that this might be the last time we do something so simple, so domestic, together.
