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“Yes, of course,” I say, surprised they acknowledge fun in
the midst of all this science. “I’m very excited about the baby. I want a family with Rowan very much!”
That makes her smile. “We’ll have these test results back tomorrow. You seem very healthy. I think everything will be fine, and you can stop taking your pills.”
Leaning forward, I whisper, “I stopped taking them last night.”
“Then I will check to see if you are already lucky.”
She stands and heads to the door. I wait until she’s gone before making my way back to our room. We have the entire second floor to ourselves. It’s private, secluded. The palace is heavily guarded, but I never feel like I’m being watched. I feel like we can be naughty, work on starting our family whenever the mood strikes, and when I enter the sitting area, my husband is waiting on the balcony overlooking the sea.
He turns at the noise of the door closing, and I see his shirt is unbuttoned. The lowering sun casts deep shadows across the lines on his chest, the six-pack of his abs, the deep V leading into his black dress pants. Salt breezes push his dark hair forward around his temples, and my breath catches. Everything is forgotten at the sight of this gorgeous man. My sexy husband. My possessive king.
The mood has struck.
“Are you waiting for me?” I wonder if he can hear the desire in my voice.
“Yes.” Dark blue eyes burn into mine as he closes the distance between us, and slippery wetness is between my thighs. “I was thinking about you having my baby, your body changing. We’ll have to get creative with positions.”
His hand covers my stomach in a fiery touch. I want him so much my voice is breathless. “You’ll have to get me pregnant first.”
Our eyes clash, and he grasps my cheeks in a firm grip before taking my mouth with his. It’s a raw and hungry kiss, and I whimper, chasing his tongue with mine.
He turns me roughly. My hands brace the wall, and excitement flares in my blood. I exhale a moan as he rips my skirt up, fingers searching between my thighs, grasping for my thong. That tiny scrap of material is quickly torn away.
His chest is hot at my back, and his other large hand holds my neck, my chin, bracing my head against him. “I want to be inside you,” he growls against my skin before biting it. “I want to fill you with my come.”
A thick finger sinks into my dripping core, and I moan, “Yes…”
“Ava.” He kisses the back of my shoulders, his beard scuffing my skin. Heat races through my legs as he fingers me, plunging in and out as his thumb circles my clit.
My fingers curl against the wall, and my body starts to tremble. “Fuck me… please,” I beg.
He releases my neck, but I strain frantically, searching for his mouth. He catches me and kisses me once more, his tongue diving deep, finding mine and curling together. Salt is on my tongue, my skirt is over my hips, and warm sea air slithers with the waves of pleasure around my thighs as I wait for him to unfasten his pants.
I can’t breathe. Anticipation is like a tingling fist in my lower stomach. I want his cock so badly. My voice escapes on a burning breath. “Rowan…”
As I’m speaking he grasps my hipbone. The other hand is between my legs, holding his tip as he guides it home. My back arches, and in one swift thrust, he’s balls deep, moving hard and fast.
I moan so loud, gripping the wall. His hand returns to my clit, massaging fast, but it’s hardly necessary. Hot waves of orgasm shoot up my legs, centering in my core. With every thrust, I’m forced forward onto my toes.
The arches of my feet flutter. He’s fucking me so hard, and I’m coming hard, begging for more. My body collapses forward as the orgasm wracks me. Rowan’s strong arm is under my loose top, wrapping around my ribs and pulling me up against his chest. He’s still thrusting, again and again, harder, faster, until he stills, finishing with a loud groan.
I feel the throbbing pulses as he fills me. I’m overflowing, and he groans again, his large hand covering my flat stomach. Through the haze, I smile. I turn my head, searching for his mouth. Warm lips cover mine, and he thrusts once more, causing my pussy to clench. I release a little whimper at the flicker of pleasure it causes, and he groans softly.
“Ava… you are so perfect.”
His hand is inside my bra, cupping my breast. I’m tight in his arms, and he rolls my nipple between his fingers. It makes me sigh with love and satisfaction and happiness. I reach back to hold his neck, run my fingers through his hair. I love this man.
Our breathing has calmed, and he eases out. He takes a step back and turns me to face him. Leaning his elbows on the wall, he places both palms on the sides of my head before kissing me gently, slowly. My mouth opens readily, and our tongues are together. We kiss each other for several seconds before he lifts his head and meets my eyes.
“I guess I attacked you.” Our faces are so close the tip of his nose brushes mine.
I smile, lifting my chin. “I loved it.”
“I suppose I can’t do that when you’re pregnant.”
“That’s a sad thought.”
