"Answer me, my sweet little wife. Do you want me to fuck your ass?"
I shake my head.
He stops, pulling his finger out of my ass quickly.
I gasp. "No, no," I beg, turning around. "I just need you inside my pussy. Please." I'm practically crying, I need him so badly. "I need you to come inside me, to feel it, to remember who owns me."
That's all he needs. He shifts my hips, angles deeper, and thrusts inside me so hard I scream. He fucks me with the intensity I crave. It's not gentle. It's not tender. It's raw and desperate and exactly what we both need.
He's going so hard that my face is pressed into the pillow, biting the lush fabric to keep myself from screaming.
"Mine," he pants, snapping his hips harder. "My wife. My son. My family."
"Yes," I sob. "Yours. All yours."
His hand slides between us, finding my clit, and I'malready so close. So wound up. It only takes a few strokes before I'm shattering around him.
He follows immediately, groaning my name as he comes, filling me.
We collapse together, both breathing hard. His forehead rests against mine, his hand protective on my belly.
"I love you," he says roughly. "In case that wasn't clear."
I smile. "It was pretty clear."
"Good." He kisses me again, softer this time. "Because I'm not saying it again today. Used up my quota."
I laugh. "Noted."
The bath is my idea.
We're both sticky, and I'm sore, and the thought of warm water sounds perfect.
Adrian fills the massive tub while I sit on the edge, watching. It's big enough for two, deep enough to submerge completely. He adds some of the bath oil I like, lavender and something else I can't identify, and the room fills with steam.
He checks the water, making sure it's not too hot for the baby. I appreciate how much he cares for our son, even though he's not yet here.
It softens any piece of hardness I still carry for him.
"In," he orders, helping me step over the edge.
The water is perfect, and I sink down with a groan of relief, feeling my muscles relax.
Adrian slides in behind me, pulling me back against his chest. His legs bracket mine, and his arms wrap around me protectively.
"This is nice," I murmur.
"Mm." His lips press to my temple. "We should do this more often."
"You're never home long enough."
"I will be. After the baby comes, I'll be home more." His hand finds my belly again. Always touching. Always checking. "I'm not missing this. Not missing him growing up."
"You say that now?—"
"I mean it, Seraphina. I'll be here. I'll be present. I'll be a father." His voice is fierce.
"Bianca—"
