Page 79 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I met him thrust for thrust, my body arching into his, and the pleasure built again, higher and higher until I couldn’t breathe.

“Play with it,” he commanded, his voice rough.

I slid my hand between us, my fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I gasped.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

The words sent me spiraling, and I felt the orgasm building, tightening, ready to explode.

“Amai—I’m⁠—”

“I know. I can feel you. Let go, bae. Let go.”

I did.

I came apart, my body clenching around him, and he followed me over the edge, his nut filling me up. When he eased out of me, I could feel it spill between my thighs. Sticky and warm.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.

He shifted his weight, careful not to crush me, and his hand moved to my belly, resting there gently.

“The babies okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah. They’re fine.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my shoulder, then my belly.

“I love you,” he whispered against my skin. “I love all three of you.”

Tears pricked my eyes.

“I love you too.”

He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me, and for the first time in hours, I felt safe.

We lay there in the quiet, our breathing syncing, our hearts beating in tandem.

This was what it felt like to be loved.

To be chosen.

To be home.

And I never wanted to let it go.

Amai kissed my forehead one more time before pulling away.

“Let me get us a towel,” he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion.

I nodded, watching as he stood and walked toward the bathroom, completely naked and unbothered. The muscles in his back flexed with each step, and I felt a flutter low in my belly that had nothing to do with the babies.

God, he was beautiful.

Dangerous. Deadly. But beautiful.

I stretched out on the couch, my body still humming with satisfaction, and that’s when I saw it.

His phone.