Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
My heart was beating a mile a minute.
I didn’t think I could get any more emotional until Tristian put his hand on my belly. There, in the exam room, was my whole world. The future I didn’t know we could have.
Each tear was for a different reason.
Each one told another story.
Another truth.
No more lies.
We finally had everything we ever wanted.
When Tristian kissed my stomach, he silently reassured me everything I needed to hear in that moment without me having to tell him.
We were simply in sync like that.
Then.
Now.
Always.
Chapter 30
—Tristian—
My muscles flexed and my jaw clenched as she stroked me up and down, loving the feeling of her grip around my cock.
“Belle.” I shook my head. “I promised slow…”
“I don’t need slow.” She fused her mouth to mine in a hard, fast kiss, adding, “Fuck me, Tristian.”
“Kitten, you’re pregnant.”
It was by far my favorite sentence I’d ever said to her. I was surprised but not shocked by the fact that she was pregnant. I always did everything right the first time.
“Fine. Make love to me then.”
I grinned, gripping her ass. I hovered above her on our bed and tore off her dress, leaving her completely naked for me. Her hot skin fused with mine as I took her nipple in my mouth. Her hand fisted the sheets as I pressed her into the mattress, continuing my assault on her body.
I spread her thighs open and kissed my way down to her pussy. I made love to her with my mouth as I gripped her thighs and drapped her legs over my shoulders. I sucked her clit between my lips and moaned when she squeezed my head with her legs.
Hard.
Fast.
She couldn’t control it.
I was barely down there for a minute until I had her screaming out my name.
Loud.
Proud.
Panting.
She fell apart, coming with my lips still around her clit.
Once she was begging for mercy, I stood and wiped her come off my face with the back of my hand before teasing her pussy with my cock.
“Tristian…” She wiggled her hips. “Please. I need you—”
I filled her to the hilt, pulling out only to thrust back in. I began with a rhythm that had her screaming my name instantly.
Moaning.
Groaning.
Scratching.
Thrusting.
Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
Her first kiss was mine.
Her first love was me.
Her first fuck.
Her first and only heartbreak.
The first man to love her wholeheartedly.
She was stretched out beneath me, her blonde hair splayed across the white sheets, her lips parted as sexy, uncontrollable moans escaped her swollen lips.
I’d caused that.
I moved again, realizing that for the first time in my life, I had everything I wanted.
Needed.
Couldn’t live without.
The feel of her heat tightening around my dick, sucking me dry, had to be one of the best feelings in the world. I used to ignore the women I slept with. With Belle, I couldn’t help but want to remember every tiny, little detail, the way her fingers dug into my back, the way she clawed, moaned, and panted.
I gripped her leg and pulled completely out of her, only to sink back home.
“I don’t want this to end,” I whispered as we locked eyes. The world felt small.
Only two people existed.
Me and her.
Our pleasure.
The joining of our bodies.
Minds.
Souls.
“Promise me.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. “Promise.”
“Keep doing that, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
My laughter quickly turned into a growl when her heels dug into my ass, pulling me against her so tight I saw stars.
“Promise me eternity, kitten.”
Her back arched off the bed, and I took full advantage, jerking her against me as my hips moved wildly, in perfect sync with her lush body.
I took my pleasure and gave into hers.
“Forever and always.” She bit down on her lower lip then squeezed her eyes shut like it was too much, only to open them and say in a hoarse voice, “It’s you and me, no matter what.”
My hips rolled one last time before both of us lost complete control.
I lost track of how many times I made love to her that night.
I wasn’t done.
Nowhere near finished or fulfilled.
I was only getting started.
I planned to keep her in this bed for the rest of the week, making up for lost time. I wanted that more than anything. This time we’d do it right. I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin like I wanted to mark her on the outside as much as I’d done on the inside.
Hours later, I kissed her belly then put my ear to her stomach. “I don’t hear him.”
“Him?”
“Yes. I don’t hear our son.”
“How do you know it’s a boy?”
“I know these things.” Looking down at her stomach, I whispered, “I can’t wait until I’m holding you in my arms.”
My eyes locked with hers, filled with fresh tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.