“Creep.” I chuckle, shameless, and she kisses me hard.
I drop to my knees, placing my hands on her soft stomach. “You’re mine,” I murmur against the fabric of her dress. “Both of you.”
“Yours,” she whispers, running her hands over my hair.
I gently kiss her stomach again, then I stand and scoop her up to carry her to the bed.
“We’re celebrating.”
I lay her down, strip off my jacket, my tie, unbutton my shirt. Her eyes darken, traveling over my chest, my tattoos.
“I love these,” she murmurs, reaching up to trace the ink on my ribs.
“Yeah?”
Her fingers follow the lines, the words, the drawings. “Mm. I want to lick every single one.”
“Later.” I grab her wrist to pin it above her head. “Right now, I need to fuck my pregnant wife.”
She shivers. “Potentially pregnant.”
I chuckle, kissing her as my free hand slides up her thigh, under her dress, where I find her soaking wet.
“Fuck, baby.”
She gives me a sassy gaze from under her long lashes, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, “Yeah?”
I shake my head, helping her strip off until she’s in nothing but dark red lace. Looking so fucking good, I want to eat her whole. So I do. I take my time. Kissing every inch of her. Her neck. Her collarbone. Between her breasts. Dragging my stubble over her sensitive skin.
“Everyone’s going to see that,” she breathes.
“Good.” I kiss the mark. “Want them to know you’re mine.”
“Possessive bastard.”
“Your possessive bastard.”
I slide her panties down and spread her legs, then I worship her with my mouth, my fingers. Make her shake and beg. When she comes, she cries out my name, her hands fisting in my hair, riding my face like the fucking glorious queen she is. And I don’t stop. I need every fucking thing from her. My wife. The mother of my child. So I keep going, pushing her higher.
“Zak, I can’t…”
“You can,” I growl, curling my fingers inside her. “Give me another one, baby. Just one more…”
And, of course, she does. Falling apart again and again. Giving me everything. Her sweet cream, her lovely cries. Smothering me with her thighs, riding my face. Fucking beautiful.
I strip off the rest of my clothes and settle between her thighs, grab her left hand to bring it to my mouth and kiss her ring.
“My wife,” I growl.
She cups my face, and I turn to kiss her palm. “My husband.”
I push inside her sweet, hot, wet, fucking perfect cunt. Deep. Slow.
We both groan.
“Fuck, sweetheart!”
She moans, “You feel so fucking good…”
