He knows all about my St. Mary’s friends now.
“Yes. And Salem too. Even Wyn. And she never laughs at anyone. People think I’m weird, Roman.”
His eyes have that same melting color that I’ve come to like, liquid mercury. “But you’re not, are you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then what are you?”
My heart spins in my chest as I whisper, “Your fairy.”
Possessiveness flickers through his features when I say that. “Fuck yeah, you are. My glorious, gorgeous, pregnant fairy.”
“And hot. I’m always hot. And I have to pee like all the time,” I whisper, almost accusingly, wet between my legs. “You did that.”
This pregnancy thing is hard.
He breathes me in, smells my hair, kisses my forehead. “My poor, sweet fairy.”
“I’m fat too. All slow and awkward. I’m an awkward, clumsy ballerina, Roman.”
I can’t dance anymore though. It’s become more difficult.
But Miss Petrova, despite being super angry at Reed still, helps me with stretches and exercises. Which is good and will keep me in the loop.
Oh, and I’ve also started Lamaze classes, and of course, Reed goes with me. And of course I cry in class when I see all the happy, cuddly couples. And when I do and Reed wipes my tears with a concerned, clueless frown, I tell him it’s the hormones.
I sniffle, continuing, “You did this to me.”
“Yeah, and this too.” His arm reaches out and he spreads his fingers over my belly, rubbing his palm, and Halo kicks back, making his eyes go tender. “Made my sweet fairy all swollen and ripe. And horny. You horny, Fae? You want my cock?”
God yes, I’m horny.
I’m horny, horny, horny.
I’ve become a devourer. I eat and eat and I need his cock. I need him. My Roman.
All the time.
“Yes. Give it to me, Roman. Make it all better,” I order and he does.
He bends down to kiss me. He bends down to lick the peanut butter ice cream off my mouth and eat it himself. To keep kissing me until I forget everything else.
The ice cream, my hormones, the fact that I’m heartbroken.
When he plays with my lips and my body, he makes me forget about my heartbreak.
Which means nights are better for me.
The time when all heartbroken and lovelorn girls cry in their pillows, I cry different kinds of tears. I cry in his arms, his body covering me.
Ever since we had sex a few weeks ago, Reed has been insatiable.
He has been a fiend.
It’s like something has been unlocked inside of him, years of pent-up desire, years of lust, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.
My gorgeous villain has no clue what to do with me, with the fairy that he’s finally captured.
