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Well, he sure knows how to please me, that’s for sure.
And now I’m having a baby with him. I have no doubt he will be the best father imaginable, but it scares me to think of bringing life into this world when it’s so broken.
But that’s selfish, right?I’m not really sure.
His soft kisses linger until he grips the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips for him to slide them off. He does so effortlessly, as he does everything when it involves me.
He knows how to calm me when needed.
How to reassure me when I’m worried.
I never thought in this life I would be in love with someone, not in this world, at least. It’s all so dark and depressing.
I was raised to look after my sisters, and now I don’t do that any longer. Instead, I help John with the wolves. Some of them still don’t like me, but that’s okay. I don’t need their approval.
“Fuck, I love you!” he growls out the words as his mouth descends between my legs. I open them wider as his tongue slides in. He licks and tastes me like I am his favorite meal. I believe I am because he tells me so. When my hands are gripping my breasts, and I come, he slides his finger out of me and crawls back up my body. John leans down and kisses my mouth with a passion I feel all the way to my toes. I taste myself, but most of all, I taste him.
“We’re having a baby,” he says as he slides into me. My back arches as he does, and he kisses me again. “You are going to be the best mother.” I want to tell him that I’m not sure how to be, but I keep my lips sealed as I feel him thrusting inside me.
Sex wasn’t that enjoyable before, but now…
Holy shit on a brick.
I could open my legs and let him between them each and every day.
Starting with his mouth.
Followed by his cock.
Then back that up with his tongue circling my nipple.
The most attractive part about John is that he never, not ever, looks at anyone the way he looks at me.
I hope my sisters can have the same thing one day, but I’m concerned about Talia. Her love for Death will go nowhere good.
It can’t.
It’s impossible.
He is death, after all.
My hands lift and scrape down his back as I take him in deeper. I feel the build-up again, and a scream rips through my throat as John moves his hips faster and faster.
“That’s my good girl,” he says when I come. He kisses my forehead and then proceeds to kiss each breast as he releases inside of me.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I know,” is all he says back.
Believe it or not, I say the words more than him, but he shows it ten times more than me. To him, love is not a word—it’s in your actions. And his actions speak louder than any words ever could.
As soon as he lies down beside me, his hand comes to rest on my stomach, where he draws lazy circles.
“Witch or wolf?” I ask him.
“Both,” he answers.
“She could be one and not the other.”
