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I sigh. “At first when I left DC, it was because I was hurt and angry at everything that happened; but then when I went up to our bedroom, I heard our baby’s heartbeat and knew I had to make a choice for all three of us.”
He furrows his brow and lightly shakes his head, but I continue.
“I wanted you to put your all into picking up the pieces of the authority you had left, I wanted you to grow into the leader everyone wants you to be. I wanted you to focus on the role you had…without worrying about me and placing me above everything else.” He stares at me with a glazed expression while I explain.
“You left not only because you were hurt, but so I can focus on being a leader?” he asks incredulously, and I catch a quiver in his bottom lip. “You thought of me while you were going through all of this alone?”
I shrug. “Of course, I did. What happened wasn’t just one person’s fault, Gabriel. I should have pressed you to be straight with me, even as I doubted you. But I was too fucking stubborn to do that, so I wanted to catch you out in the act.” I scoff while raking my fingers through my hair.
I’m about to explain further when he wraps his arms around my waist and sighs. “You truly are too good to be true; I don’t fucking deserve you,” he says with a trembling voice and shaking shoulders.
My throat feels choked up with emotions, and I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my own sobs. The sight of this powerful man reduced to tears while embracing me is a little too much for me to handle.
I thought he would be mad at me for lying to him, instead, he’s embracing me as if I’ve done no such thing.
“You’re… you’re not mad at me for keeping this from you? You forgive me for lying?”
His head whips up, and he looks up at me with narrowed crimson eyes. “Mad at you? Forgive you? Why? When you have given me the best news since the first time you told me you loved me.”
My tears drop onto his cheeks and I sit down on his lap, straddling him and drawing my forehead to his. “And I do; I love you so much,” I breathe.
Then he kisses me, and it feels like my soul has finally returned home. His hands are in my hair, caressing my body, his heartbeat close to mine, the sighs as I reciprocate. I always dreamt of how our reunion would be, and never got close to a perfect one.
But this… this is everything and more. The best part is that it’s just a kiss for now.
He pulls back and sighs, taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead. “I love you too, little lamb, and I promise to be the best partner and father to you and our child. I promise that I won’t fail you again.”
I believe his every word, but my own voice fails me and all I can do is nod and wrap my arms around his neck. The familiar smokey whiskey scent invades my senses and I let out a content sigh for the first time since I left DC.
My home has always been in his arms; my life has always been his from the moment our eyes met over a crowded floor.
“Inima mea î?i apar?ine,” he whispers those words that never fail to make me melt. Then he turns us around, so he’s now on top of me, and lifts up my shirt, kissing my belly. “Sufle?el, I love you already.”
“Sufle?el? What does that mean?” I ask as I run my fingers through his soft hair, loving the feel of it. That and his kisses on my skin.
“Little soul,” he whispers against my belly, kissing me softly again. His heartbeat picks up its pace and when he looks back up at me while sitting in between my legs, I know what’s running through his head.
He sighs, grazing his fangs between the waistband of my silk shorts, and suppresses a growl.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your scent,” he murmurs, nipping at my sex and pulling the shorts down with his teeth.
I gasp and arch my back from the bed when he languidly runs his tongue through my folds and sucks on my clit.
“Not only your scent, but your taste. Fuck, I’ve been starved for too long,” he growls, grabs my thighs, and shows me just how much he missed me.
His tongue, his fingers, and the appreciative sounds he makes all bring me to a mind-shattering orgasm that has me clenching my thighs around his head like a fucking vise. He lets me ride out my orgasm, then refuses to relent and brings me to another one. This time I scream.
I don’t know when he took off his pants, but that question falls away the second he slams into me. He enters me with a hiss of his teeth, his eyes roll back in his head and he withdraws, before thrusting inside me again.
“Drink from me, little lamb. I can tell you need it,” he murmurs in between thrusts.
It’s like my body only knows how to obey his commands; my fangs grow longer and I sink them into the nape of his neck. His blood touches my tongue and it’s only then that I realize that I have been starving myself and our child by only drinking blood bags.
My strength returns the more I drink; I feel every bit of weariness leaving my body and, bit by bit, the exhaustion leaves me.
Is this what I’ve needed all this time? A Pureblood baby requires not only human blood, but the blood of his father to be sustained?
Gabriel literally fucks the questions out of my head, and I withdraw my fangs from his neck. He slams his thick cock relentlessly inside of me, not giving me a chance to get my bearings as he continues to caress my clit and that sensitive spot inside of me.
