Finally, he looks up and answers. “You, pregnant with my baby. Your belly swelling up, getting bigger. Your tits.” His palm has grown bolder now and he starts to knead my tender flesh, making me moan and gasp. “Getting all soft and creamy. Ripe. I picture you walking around, barefoot and pregnant. In those daisy dresses, your belly all swollen up, your tits squished together, jiggling with every step you take. And every five seconds you’ll cradle it, your pregnant belly, like it’s the most precious treasure in the world and it is, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, she is. She fucking is. She’s the only right thing in all this. In every fucked-up thing that I’ve done.”
“Reed —”
“So there you are, lying on the exam table, grabbing onto my arm because it’s uncomfortable and scary and all I do is stand there like a useless bastard. Ahornybastard, picturing all this.I get hard thinking about this like a motherfucking perv. Like aproudmotherfucking perv though. Because this is the only good thing I’ve done, blowing my load inside your fairy pussy. But I made her hurt, didn’t I? And now your tits hurt too. Because your body’s changing for my baby. Your body ispreparingand I have to apologize. I have to apologize for doing this to you, for putting a baby in you like the villain I am and I will, you understand?
“I will spend all my days apologizing, on my knees, with my mouth on your sweet snatch. And when I’m not apologizing to your cunt, I’ll put my mouth on these.” He squeezes my breast again, rhythmically, driving me crazy. “On your creamy tits. And I’ll say sorry to them with my tongue and my mouth. For making them all sore and heavy. For stretching them out. And then lusting after them like an asshole. And you, Fae. I’ll apologize to you too. For making you go through all this. Because I didn’t protect you enough. I didn’t think clearly enough. But I want you to know something, okay?”
His fierce eyes make me ask, “What?”
“That I’ll protect you now. I will. I will do anything and everything in my power, beyond my power even, to protect you and her. No one will touch you. Or her. Not now. Not ever. I promise, and I’ll die before I break this promise to you. Tell me you believe me.”
My heart is spinning and spinning in my chest and my toes, which are carrying all my weight, tremble.
At the gravity of his tone and words.
“Yes, I do,” I whisper because I do.
I do believe him.
He studies me for a second with those fierce eyes and when he realizes the truth in my words, a small breath escapes him. Before he does what he told me he would.
He apologizes.
With his lips.
He captures my mouth in a hot kiss, bending down over me. So that I don’t have to stretch up to get to him. So my legs don’t have to shake to carry my weight.
He’ll do it all for me, make it easier to breathe, to kiss and be kissed.
And I’m dying and aching. In pain once again.
But this is a different kind of pain.
A restless kind.
And it only grows with every suck of his mouth and every flick of his thumb on my nipple. Every time I rub myself against him, his hard body, I hurt.
It’s as if someone has made a fist and is pressing down on my stomach, pressing down on my pussy.
In my tits.
All swollen and creamy because he got me pregnant.
And then he breaks our kiss, making it even worse, taking away my lifeline, and my hands on his shoulders grow insistent. They want to pull him back but he doesn’t come to me.
Instead, he brings me to him.
He picks me up and puts my thighs around his hips. I’m so gone over his lips, with theneedfor his lips, that all I remember to do is hold on when he starts walking.
All I remember to do is press my mouth to his when he cradles the back of my head and pulls me to him.
I bury my fingers in his thick rich hair as he takes me places. I don’t even care where, really. As long as he keeps kissing me like that.
Although again, he breaks the kiss, and this time I’m all ready to claw at his skin and bring him back.
