Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I sink bonelessly against the couch, but he moves my limp legs off his shoulders and pulls me up, grabbing my waist to support me and hauling me to the bedroom.
“That was just the appetizer,” he reminds me. “We still have the main course, and I think I’m in the mood for dessert.”
He’s seldom satisfied with only making me come once, and I don’t complain at all as he positions me on the bed on all fours with my ass in the air, my pussy wet and waiting for him.
He sinks his cock into me, and it feels so right to be so full of him.
He fucks me hard and fast like he told me he would, and when I’m a sweaty, whining mess tangled in his arms, he starts playing with my pussy while he fucks it.
God, I love when he does that.
I’m so weak for this man, but he doesn’t give me any other choice.
He plays my body like an instrument he’s spent his whole life studying, and when he tells me, “Sing for me, songbird,” I do.
I cry out as I come for him, my body drifting on a wave of ecstasy as I squeeze him, greedily taking every bit of cum he’ll give me.
God, I love him so fucking much.
He sinks down into his spot on our bed and wraps me in his strong arms.
I curl closer, wrapping an arm around him and sliding my fingers through his hair. I hear our hearts beating along to the same rhythm, and I can’t resist telling him, “I love you, Killian.”
“I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever know.”
I smile softly as he kisses my forehead, but he’s wrong.
I do know how much he loves me.
I feel it every day. I’m reminded of it every moment, by his constant touches and kisses, even by the memories of all he’s done to make this life with me possible.
When he says he loves me more than anything, I know he means it because he’s proven it.
When I feel safe in his arms, I know it’s because I am.
This man would destroy anything and anyone to protect me without batting an eye, and I’m not scared by that anymore.
I’m grateful.
For the first time in my life, I feel protected—and it’s not some bullshit story I have to tell myself. I really am.
And if he’s willing to protect me with his life, I know he’ll protect our baby the same way.
He’s going to be the best daddy.
My heart fills up, and I curl closer to him as I yawn.
Carrying his baby is exhausting, but it makes me so happy.
I situate myself so my tummy is pressed against his torso. I know the baby is far too little to feel move, but I like the idea of snuggling her between us.
Well, I hope it’s a girl.
I don’t think I’m prepared to have a little boy with Killian’s eyes and charm running around just yet.
I also know in my bones that seeing Killian love and protect our little girl the way no one ever loved or protected me will make me fall even deeper in love with him. I don’t know where I’ll put it all, but I look forward to finding the space.