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“Avaricious when it comes to you, Dr. Carides,” he said, watching her as she rose to her knees. Her movements were slow, ginger as she adjusted herself. Cheeks turning dark red, she seated herself over him. Even then, she took care not to jostle his hip. Kept inquiring if he was okay.
With her luscious thighs straddling his hips, her breasts bare, the end of her thick braid hanging between their bodies and tickling him, she looked like a queen.
His queen, he amended.
And then her fingers fisted his cock and she notched him at the opening of her body and Aristos let himself be taken to heaven all over again.
He drank in every nuance of her expression as pleasure painted itself over her face, immensely glad that they had this.
That they would always have this and their family. And that had to be enough.
Mira threw her head back and groaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Every inch of her tightened with relief and pleasure and something more as she thrust down the last bit and he was fully seated inside her.
A filthy curse escaped Aristos’s mouth, his features set into stark hunger she loved seeing in his face. His hands were gentle over her hips, adjusting her, and another arrow zoomed through her, pooling where he filled her.
“This is okay? You’re good?”
She nodded, her throat tight with a bunch of crowding emotions.
“You’re always the perfect fit,yineka mou.”
“I missed this. I missed this with you,” she said, every last inhibition, every last fear thrown away to the wind, blasted into pieces by the pleasure rocking through her.
“So that’s why you want this to be permanent,” Aristos said, a devilish delight to the set of his mouth.
Leaning forward onto her knees, Mira bent lower, until her bare breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest. Their raw groans melted into a symphony that only seemed to feed back into their pleasure. A sudden prickling in her scalp made her realize Aristos had wound her braid around his fingers and was tugging her closer. Mira stared at this beautiful man who had given her more than anyone ever had by admitting to his mistakes, to his fears, and his desires.
Bending down, she took his mouth in a rough kiss that said so much more than her words could. “I will admit that I have never found such a connection with anyone else,” she said.
He bit her lip, the beast, and then licked the nip with a soft lave of his tongue. “I do not like when you think of other men even usually,” he said, in a growl that reverberated through her. “I hate it if you do it when you’re in bed with me.”
And then his hands, those clever wicked fingers, stroked her everywhere.
Palming the heavy weight of her breasts, pinching the needy knots of her nipples, stroking every inch of her skin until Mira was chasing another climax.
She pulled herself up and then thrust down again. Soon, she built a rhythm that had her undulating over his body, as natural as breathing. It wasn’t as fast and devouring as the night months ago when they’d conceived.
Speed was not their ally today. And that scarcity only made it even richer, slower, more exploratory. They took their time, course correcting a couple of times to accommodate his hip and her growing belly, and by the time they found their new rhythm, their damp bodies reaching and separating with her movements and his thrusts, they crossed over into a new level of intimacy. Something steadier, and richer and deeper than mere lust and want.
When he pinched her sensitized clit and pitched her headlong into her climax, Mira whispered his name over and over. With one hard upward thrust of his hips, Aristos followed her into oblivion and Mira knew that her dreams and happiness and joy had always been tied to this one man.
Giving in to the tide of emotions that had always swamped her when it came to him felt like coming home.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MIRASTAREDATher reflection, turned sideways and cradled her baby bump. Even to her critical eye, she was glowing from within. Of course, the fact that she’d spent most of the afternoon being pampered from head to toe or that for the first time in years, she was truly happy, probably made a big difference.
Not that pretty feathers didn’t help.
The elegant emerald green dress crisscrossed over her chest in rectangular panels hugging her breasts with as much reverence as Aristos showed them almost every night. He seemed to think it was his job—the competitive devil—to learn every change in her and worship it until she was moaning and panting.
The dress fell in a flowing drape over her belly and fell to her ankles, the thigh-high slit making it easy for her to walk around.
It had been one of the fifteen outfits that her newly appointed, very own personal designer had brought in on a helicopter for Mira to pick from, for tonight.
Just as there had been a masseuse, a nurse, a doula and a nutritionist who regularly flew in over the past few weeks. They’d need a fleet of helicopters at the rate Aristos had people flying into the mansion, Mira had joked when Aristos had informed her of the schedule. To which, the arrogant billionaire had smirked and retorted that he had a fleet ready.
She hadn’t dared look at the price tag or the designer label of any of the dresses and outfits in her entirely new wardrobe. Thanks to her sister Yana, she’d gotten a thrill out of ordering clothes and pregnancy essentials and everything for the nursery from women-owned businesses and artisans from all over the world.
