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“I already am,” I agree breathlessly.
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
He leans forward suddenly, giving me a searing kiss that makes my toes curl. His tongue darts to meet mine, and I feel my orgasm crashing through me for the second time.
He thrusts one final time, his seed spilling inside me as my walls clench around him. Leaning his forehead against mine, we catch our breath as we recover. Then, with a tender kiss on my forehead, he rolls to the side and lays beside me in the bed.
He starts to pull me against himself, and then remembers that I am tied there. “Oops,” he admits with a grin, and for some reason it makes me giggle. He sits up, tugging at the knots until I am free.
Then we position ourselves the way that he had wanted to, on our sides with my back pressed against his stomach. He wraps his arms across my shoulders, holding me close. His chin rests on the top of my head, and I sigh contentedly.
“Hey Anastasia?” I hear him murmur behind me.
“Mmm?” I reply with half-lidded eyes, suddenly sleepy.
“Forever.”
“Forever,” I confirm, lifting my arm so that I can lace my fingers into his own.
122
VOLIKAN
Anastasia wakes late, and my eyes follow the generous curve of her rounded belly. She’s showing now. I had no idea how beautiful I would find her pregnancy, but she takes my breath away as she stretches and slides into a black robe I hand her.
She looks amused as she ties the robe. “Usually you like to keep me naked a bit longer.”
The thought of it ignites a fire in my blood, just like she knew it would. Her eyes sparkle mischievously, and I nearly push her back into the mattress.
But.
“We have company.”
Both her eyebrows raise at this. I’m not the most social demon on Galmoleth, although we have both been called on to visit Prince Rej’thorek’s palace in the past month. Although I’m grateful for the Prince’s help, mostly I’ve visited because Anastasia’s pregnancy hasn’t been without trouble, and the Prince’s human mate’s company and advice has proved beneficial.
That got me thinking, however.
Hence, company.
“Is it the Prince?” She looks down at her robe. “I think I need something a bit more formal, if it is.”
“No royalty, but dress…” I don’t want to give anything away. “For warm weather,” I finally say.
Anastasia stares out the window at the storm brewing outside. “Are you sure?”
“We do have seasons here,” I say, and it’s not exactly a lie. There are seasons—very stormy and even more stormy.
She isn’t convinced, but she goes to draw herself a bath, anyway. Her ass sways magnificently as she walks, and I can’t hold in a sigh of appreciation.
“Stop watching me waddle,” she complains.
Maybe there is a bit of an extra sway in her steps, but I can’t help but admire the reminder that she’s carrying our child—my child.
A discreet knock on the door alerts me to my guest, and I shut the bedroom door and go to let my visitor inside.
The soz’garoth is thin-lipped, with large, pointed ears and the manner of a wet razorfiend. “Your estate is quite remote,” he says, and it sounds enough like an insult that I might have lobbed his head off for it in another lifetime.
