I obey, rolling my hips as I splay one hand wide over her belly. My other hand finds her breast, then drifts down to her clit, circling there in time with my thrusts.
Simone makes a sound that's half a moan, half a whimper, her hand flying back togrip my thigh.
“Just like that, little fairy.” I press my forehead against her temple. “You feel like Heaven.”
She turns her face into my arm, and I feel her breath stutter.
I keep my pace easy, gentle, pressing into her again and again, my fingers working her clit in slow circles.
“You're going to give me another one of these soon,” I murmur against her ear, my hand moving over her stomach. “I can't wait, Simone. As soon as you're ready, I'm going to breed you again.”
A soft, broken sob leaves her throat.
“Yes? You want that, little fairy? Want me to keep you pregnant? Round and beautiful, year after year. Always carrying me inside you. Always full of my cum.”
“Dieu, Az…”
“Forever,” I whisper. My fingers move faster on her clit. “I'm going to keep you pregnant for centuries. You'll never not be mine. Never not be carrying something I put inside you. Every time you walk into a room, I'll know. Every time you take off your dress, I'll see it. Round and fertile for me, little fairy, always.”
Her thighs tremble, and I feel her start to clamp around me, the tell-tale flutter of her inner muscles that means she's close.
“That's it.” I keep my pace steady. “Come for me. Show me how much you want it.”
Simone shatters, her cunt squeezing me with gripping pulses, a long, low sob of pleasure tearing free from her throat. I work her through it, my fingers coaxing out every aftershock, my hips driving in slow and deep, until she's shaking and gasping my name.
That's when I let myself follow.
I push in to the hilt and hold myself there, pressing her tight against me, my hand splayed protectively over her belly as I empty into her with a long, ragged groan. My cum spills out of me in pulse after pulse, filling her, marking her.
Mine. Oh, fuck, she's all mine.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. Then I press my mouth to her shoulder.
“I love you,” I murmur. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She turns her face just enough to find my mouth.
“I love you too.”
Simone slowly drifts into sleep with my hand still resting on her belly. But, as always, I stay awake, watching her, counting heartbeats.
Mine.
Both of them.
Always.
34
SIMONE
The baby hasn't come yet, but my body is telling me it won't be long now. I feel it in the changes it’s going through. Not to mention the way Az has been watching me like a hawk.
Yesterday, he followed me from the library to the kitchen and back again without saying a single word, just hovering at my shoulder like a very handsome, very anxious shadow.
But today, we have company.
Naamah sits across from me in the salon, one leg tucked beneath her, looking impossibly sensual for a demoness who gave birth three weeks ago. In her arms is Astarea. Az's granddaughter. My future child's niece.
