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Divine.
He glides into me with effortless ease. We’re weightless and warm.
“Guess we don’t have to worry about birth control, eh?” I ask him, earning me a devilish grin that’s all Lyam.
“Not this time,” he says with a groan as he enters me again. I easily lift up and bring myself down on him. Lying beneath the surface, our bodies intertwine.
I relish the groans that he makes.
I crave the feel of his cock.
Somehow, the knowledge that I’m carrying his baby makes me crave a nearness so deep that our very cells are knit together.
Like this.
His mouth meets mine with a masculine groan that makes a warmth of pleasure flood my senses. I want him. Fuck, I want him so damn bad.
I lick his tongue and he licks mine. I sink into the power of this moment, forgiveness and understanding wrapped into every touch, every kiss, every moan. We explore each other’s bodies, hands and mouths sliding over skin that’s slick and hot. We indulge in lingering, sensual kisses, our bodies joined in the blissful stillness of the water.
He thrusts his powerful hips and liquid pleasure trickles down my spine and between my legs. A moan echoes in the bathroom and it takes me a moment to realize it’s mine.
Every protest I have—he’s too dangerous, I’m too broken, he’smafiaand I’m not—and the deeper secrets I hold still, that I can’t share with anyone, become muted and inconsequential in the perfection of this moment.
I wanted him back. And here we are.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says as he lifts me and thrusts, lifts and thrusts. Rose petals cling to our skin like swaths of satin, fragrant and erotic. The pattern of his breathing accelerates with mine. I cling to his shoulders and he holds me to his chest as he lifts and thrusts.
We ride the blissful perfection of this moment as we climax together. I moan when a spasm of pleasure rocks me. He groans in my ear as his own orgasm claims him.
My limbs are boneless when we’re done. I’m slumped against him, still submerged in the water, his cock still in me. I breathe heavily and nestle my head against his damp, warm chest. I close my eyes.
I want to hold onto this moment. I want to let myself believe that what I want—dare I say what we both want? —is possible.
I’ve told myself that Lyam is unfeeling and cruel, and at times… I may not be too far from the truth.
But he’s loyal to the people he loves. Dedicated and fierce, and I want that kind of love.
What if I gave in to the temptation to… actually… let him in?
My heart races at the thought. I look away, but not for long, because he takes my chin and turns me back to him.
“What are you thinking?”
I’ve got nothing to lose.I’m bearing his child.
“I…” I draw in a breath and let it out again. “I don’t like to get close to people,” I admit. I think it might be the first time I’ve said it out loud.
He doesn’t look away or dismiss me but holds my gaze earnestly. “Good. I’m glad you’ve admitted that. Now tell me why.”
I look down at the water. “The water’s getting cold,” I say, even though it’s not, but my attempt at diversion doesn’t work.
“Right. I’ve got it set to stay at the right temperature, which matters when you’re pregnant, so it won’t be getting too hot or too cold.”
Ofcoursehis billion-dollar tub can do that.
I bite my lip.
Tender fingers on my cheek. Piercing eyes with a furrowed brow that split me wide open. “There’s nowhere to hide, baby,” he whispers."Tu peux me faire confiance.”
