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He gives another tormenting tug to the string. “And then I’ll be in this position again, filling your cunt with my semen, plugging it so the next time you ovulate, another baby implants in your womb.”

A deeper moan fills the room. “Haden…” My head rolls back and forth. I can’t focus on anything but the way he’s touching me. I can’t even disagree with him because the truth is, I’ve always dreamed of having a lot of kids. That’s why I went into early-childhood education. I love babies and toddlers. I never let myself hope I might marry a man who wanted the same thing, but the fact that I have makes me so fucking happy. I’m young enough that I can have a dozen kids if Haden agrees.

Haden jerks me back to the present with his continuing stream of naughty words. “Emilia, there’s no way I would sit by your head and hold your hand while you do all the laboring to bring our babies into this world. I’m going to be an active participant. So if you think a little bit of blood tonight is going to scare me away, you’re wrong.”

Haden pinches my clit, and I come so hard that my body quakes with the tremors. My pussy grips the tampon, and I’m aware of it through the pulses because Haden holds the string taut. I’m getting a small taste of what it will feel like to have him inside me when I come. It’s not even close to the same since my tampon is so thin and soft, but it’s enough to tease me.

I’m limp and sated as my man slides down the bed, plants a kiss on my pussy, and stands. “Don’t move, baby.”

Panting, I watch him enter the bathroom. The water runs and there’s some rustling. I’m not surprised when he returns with a pile of things.

I don’t say a word. Instead, I stare at him, mesmerized as he slides a small towel under my bottom. He holds my folds open with one hand and eases the tampon from my body with the other. He wraps it in a wad of toilet paper.

All modesty has fled. I don’t even care. In fact, the way he’s taking care of me makes me choke up. I purse my lips to hold back the emotion-filled tears threatening to fall.

He uses a wet washcloth to clean my pussy before opening a fresh tampon and guiding it into me.

I have no fucking idea how he knows what he’s doing. He must have spent the afternoon watching how-to videos so he could take care of me so intimately. I watch as he presses a pad into a clean pair of panties before easing them up my legs. I lift my hips for him, so he can finish settling the bulky pad over my pussy. He’s efficient, wrapping everything up in the towel and whisking it away.

When he returns from the bathroom a second time, he turns off the light, climbs into bed, arranges me so he’s spooning me again, and pulls the covers over us.

I’m not even sure all of that really happened. We’re right back in the position we started in when he joined me thirty minutes ago.

Except, I’m not the same person I was half an hour ago. If there was any lingering doubt about who I belonged to, it’s gone. My breathing evens out as he kisses my neck. I’m totally ruined. I’m his. Not like other people think they belong to someone. I literally belong to Haden in every imaginable way.

“Feel better?” he asks.

A huge smile spreads across my face. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Cramps?”

“Gone.” I’m not lying. His method worked. My body is much more relaxed.

“Let me know if you need me to do that again in the night, baby.”

I’m still smiling, but my eyes are so heavy that I can’t focus on anything. It’s all too overwhelming. I let sleep take me under.

Chapter 19

Haden

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I wake up an hour before I need to get out of bed and spend that time watching Emilia sleep. She’s so peaceful with her lips slightly parted and her glossy hair spread around the pillow.

The covers slipped down in the night—probably because we got too hot—so one of her breasts is visible. Her nipple is puckered even at rest. The rosy tip calls to me, but I don’t want to disturb her, so I stare at it, imagining a future when it’s larger, longer, and fuller. Her areolas are small right now, but nine months from now they’ll be wider and darker. I’ll milk her in between feedings to help elongate her teats.

My cock stirs as I visualize this future.

“You’re thinking too hard,” she suddenly murmurs.

I smile. “I didn’t mean to wake you, baby. I’m sorry.” I kiss her shoulder.

“Your thoughts were loud, Haden. I could hear them in my sleep,” she jokes, her voice husky with sleep. She hasn’t moved. “What were you pondering at this ridiculous hour?”

I tug the covers farther down so her breast is fully exposed and then ease her onto her back.

She blinks up at me, smiling. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.