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“That is a huge commitment. We’ll be far more entangled if I get pregnant.”

“We’re already entangled, baby. I’ve told you, this is it for us. This marriage is for life. I wasn’t kidding.”

I nod. “Okay.” I’m not arguing. Adrian’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Am I nervous? Yes.

Do I disagree? No.

I’ve never had unprotected sex. The thought of doing so with my husband excites me. It’s living on the edge. Apparently, the Gallant men like to reproduce early and often. Hell, Hannah was already nine months pregnant when she met Aaric, and she’s pregnant again. The rest of the wives have all given birth, too.

I rise onto my knees and look down at myself. I guess I’m attractive, though no one has ever looked at me the way Adrian does. My breasts have always been perky and high. They’re a perfect C cup.

“What are you thinking, princess?” Adrian leans his palms against the bed and kisses the top of my head.

“That my boobs are never going to look like this again,” I admit.

He rises, standing with his thighs against the mattress. His palms come to my chest. He cups my boobs and thumbs my nipples. “Like the rest of you, I will enjoy watching them grow.”

I gasp when he pinches my nipples and twists them. “I can’t wait until these little buds are huge and long and dripping with milk.”

The air leaves my lungs as I meet my husband’s gaze. Fuck, he’s even kinkier than I thought. I swallow. Should I be freaked out? Because I’m not. I’m even more turned on than ever before.

He bends over and latches on to one of my nipples, drawing on it hard enough to make me arch from the slight pain. First, he spanked me. Then, he pinched my tits. Now, he’s sucking them.

And I’m so wet that my arousal is running down my inner thighs. I arch into him and grab his head, holding him to my breast.

His hand comes to my back, supporting me and keeping me from escaping as he swirls his tongue around my distended nipple. Visions of him doing this when they are full and heavy come to mind. Would he really do that?

I shudder.

He releases the first one and switches to its twin. “I wonder what your milk will taste like,” he whispers against my breast.

A moan escapes my mouth. It’s like he read my mind. Now who’s kinky? I think it’s me. He’s turning me into someone I’ve never met, but I like her. She’s not reserved and proper.

Fuck reserved. Fuck proper.

For the first time in my life, I feel free to let myself be…real.

I don’t have to be in the office at six a.m., running a billion-dollar business. I don’t have to get up at four to go to the gym first because that’s what rich people do. I don’t have to worry about every calorie because, obviously, my husband doesn’t care if I gain a few pounds, considering the foods he’s been feeding me and the fact that he intends to get me pregnant as soon as possible.

I feel free. Released from the rules of society. I’m going to live a new life where Adrian and I make our own rules. If he wants to talk dirty to me and suck my nipples, I’m not going to complain.

He’s so confident and sure of himself. He’s grounded enough to keep my feet firmly planted, too. He’s going to hold on to my hand and help me find my new path in life. It’s not the one I imagined when I arrived here yesterday, intent on running my own homestead. This is a new path. But it’s even more appealing. I won’t be lonely anymore.

Adrian releases my nipple with a pop, growls, and hauls me closer so that his cock presses against my belly. His hands thread into my updo as his lips come to mine again. He kisses me like a dying man. It’s so fucking hot.

The next time he releases my lips, his brow is furrowed. “Lean your forehead against my chest, baby. I want to be able to thread my fingers in your hair.” He starts gently pulling out bobby pins. “How many of these are in here, princess?”

“Seemed like two hundred when it was being done. You can blame your sisters-in-law.”

When I lift my arms to help him, he pulls me back against him. “Stay still. I’ve got it.”

My hands come to his waist instead. My gaze is directed at his stunning erection. The tip of his cock has a large drop of precome on it. Unable to resist, I drag my finger through it and bring it to my lips.

“Naughty girl,” he reprimands as I lick his arousal off my finger. He doesn’t stop me from doing it again, though. And again. There’s only about four inches between my mouth and his dick. Will he let me suck him?

I can’t imagine this man telling me no. Not about something like this. The next time his fingers leave my hair, having just removed another pin, I squat, drag my forehead down his torso, and thrust my mouth over his shaft.