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Haden has given me a new perspective.

“You’re wet,” he whispers.

“Mmm.” I’m trembling with need. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s so gently touching my pussy and clit or if it’s the overall taboo nature of this moment.

He continues talking while he strokes my folds and circles my clit. “Nothing about your body is ever going to be messy to me, baby. I’m an all-up-in-your-business kind of guy. I want to know your pussy better than you do. And I will. I want to know every single millimeter of your body and what makes your breath hitch.”

His voice is husky, sexy, mesmerizing.

There’s a constant low moan coming from me as he keeps talking. “After you marry me, I’m going to find your G-spot and drive you to heights you can’t imagine. Turns out they make vibrators with an additional section in front that will stimulate your G-spot while filling your cunt.”

I moan louder. I could come from his filthy words alone.

“But that’s after you marry me. Right now, you only get a clitoral orgasm.” He releases the string and presses his fingers against my sensitive nub.

I buck against him as my body goes berserk.

Suddenly, he’s gone.

“Haden…”

I squint my eyes when he turns on the light on the nightstand. He pulls the covers down and removes my panties.

I’m panting. What is his plan? I’m not sure I like it. My face heats. I can’t stop him because there’s no stopping Haden. There never will be. He has no boundaries and doesn’t allow me to have any either. And fuck me, but I love it.

I’m naked, chest heaving, blinking as I adjust to the light.

“Open your legs, baby,” he orders.

Heart racing, I obey him.

Haden climbs between my thighs and pushes them wider with his knees. “Good girl.” He slides his palms up my inner thighs and stares intently at my pussy as he begins to torment my folds yet again with gentle caresses.

I watch his face. All my modesty is gone. He won’t allow it. He’s making that abundantly clear.

“Fuck, this is hot, Emilia. You submitting to me, letting me see you like this, allowing yourself to be vulnerable.”

My chest rises and falls with my deep breaths. My mouth is too dry to respond.

He parts my folds open and toys with the string again. “Can you feel that, baby?”

“Mmm.” It’s so subtle, and yet I can feel every tiny movement of my tampon inside me.

He pulls the hood back from my clit and leans closer to blow on it.

I cry out, arching my back off the bed. My hands are fisted at my sides. I’ve never imagined anything this kinky in my life.

He taps my thighs. “Relax your legs, baby. Let me get to know you. All of you. I know you feel embarrassed and vulnerable, but I don’t want you to. I don’t want any part of you to be off-limits to me. It’s just blood. I don’t even see any evidence of it right now. Take a deep breath and let your knees relax.”

I hadn’t realized I was so stiff, nor that I was holding my thighs aloft, seconds from pressing them closed.

When he drags a finger between my folds again, repeatedly engaging the string, I moan. “That’s my good girl. This is my favorite part of you. So wet and needy. In thirteen days, I will push my cock up into this channel and empty my semen against your cervix. I’ll fill you so full that your eyes will roll back. I’ll do it over and over until you’re limp in my arms and have no more reservations about your body.”

While he continues his filthy monologue, he grazes his fingertips over my swollen pussy.

“Nine months after that, I’ll be right here, between your legs, as you push our child into the world. I’ll be the one to stretch your labia with my fingers to help with the pressure. I’ll be right here as our baby’s head comes through. I’ll still be here for the afterbirth and the days that follow, changing your pads and cleaning you throughout the day while your body heals.”

I’m panting. How does he make childbirth sound sexy?