He growled, a low, possessive sound that vibrated through her, then shifted lower. He settled between her legs, his huge hands gently pushing her knees back, opening her to him. He looked his fill, his gaze so hot it felt like a physical touch. She’d never felt so seen, so wanted, so cherished. And then he lowered his head, his mouth finding her core.
She cried out, her hands fisting in the blankets. His tongue was huge and hot and demanding, licking and tasting with a focused intensity that left her breathless. He wasn’t just giving her pleasure; he was worshipping her, claiming her, marking her as his. One of his massive hands came up to cup her breast, his thumb and finger rolling her nipple in a rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing her higher and higher, the tension coiling deep in her belly until she thought she might shatter.
She came with a cry, her orgasm crashing over her in waves so intense her vision went white. He didn’t stop, his mouth relentless, pushing her through the pleasure until she was a boneless, panting mess. When she finally came back to herself, he was kissing his way back up her body, his path studded with soft bites and licks.
He settled over her, his forearms braced on either side of her head, careful to keep his weight off her stomach. He was enormous, his body a cage of muscle and power surrounding her, but she felt safe, safer than she’d ever felt in her life. She reached up, her hands tracing the sharp angles of his face, the rough stubble on his jaw, the strange texture of his skin.
“Please,” she whispered.
He reached between their bodies, freeing his erection. She felt his cock pressing against her entrance, impossibly thick and hard, but he hesitated a moment longer.
“Hyde… big.”
“I trust you.”
He took a deep breath, and then he pushed inside her.
The stretch was intense, a burning ache that bordered on pain, but she welcomed it. She welcomed all of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, until he was fully seated inside her. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his head dropping to her shoulder.
“Chloe.”
He began to move then, slow, deep thrusts that tested the limits of her control. Each withdrawal was a loss, each return a homecoming. He was everywhere—inside her, over her, hisscent in her lungs, his growls in her ears. There was only this. Only them.
His thrusts grew harder, faster, his control finally, irrevocably, shattering. He was all Hyde now, a wild, powerful creature, all raw strength and desperate need. His hands, still enormous, cradled her head, his body a shield, protecting her even as he took what she so freely offered. He possessed her, consumed her, and she met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into the thick muscles of his back, her body rising to meet his, urging him on.
This was what she wanted. All of him. The man and the monster.
“Hyde,” she gasped, and he roared, a sound of pure possession, as he came deep inside her. The feel of him pulsing within her, the raw, visceral claim of his orgasm, sent her over the edge, her orgasm so powerful it left her trembling and breathless.
He collapsed half on top of her, his massive body a warm, heavy weight that should have been crushing but was, instead, the most grounding thing she had ever felt. His forehead rested against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were still glowing, but the green was softer now, like new leaves in the spring.
“I’m too heavy,” he rumbled.
“No.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. “Don’t move.”
They stayed like that for a long time, just breathing together, their bodies tangled, the sunlight flickering over them. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that was slowly, gradually, beginning to even out. Hewas still huge, still Hyde, but the frantic energy had subsided, replaced by a deep, contented stillness.
This was a new beginning for both of them.For all three of them.
She touched her stomach and felt the baby shift and settle.
“We’re home,” she whispered. “All of us.”
His hand covered hers, slowly returning to its normal size. “Yes. We are.”
And for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt completely, absolutely certain that this was where she belonged.
CHAPTER 24
“You’re fidgeting.”
Victor forced his hands to still. Chloe was right. He’d been adjusting his scarf for the third time in as many minutes.
“I’m fine.”
“Liar.” She squeezed his arm. “We don’t have to go if you’re not ready.”
But despite his nerves, he was ready. That was the strange part.
