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“You’re... pregnant?” I stammer, and she nods. “You’re pregnant!” I shout, excitement overtaking me. I scoop her up into a passionate kiss, and she responds with a smile, kissing me back.
“We’re having a baby!” I exclaim, my voice filled with joy.
“We’re having a baby,” she echoes, her smile radiating warmth.
“We’re having a baby!” I shout again, my heart soaring. I cover her face in kisses, and she giggles and squeals with delight.
“You’re not angry?” she asks, her voice tinged with worry.
“Angry? I’m ecstatic! I’m going to be a dad!” I shout, pulling her into a tight embrace as her happy tears mingle with mine.
As she pulls back, I gently caress her face, and she leans into my touch. “I know it’s not what we planned, especially since we’ve just gotten engaged, but I’m over the moon. You’re myeverything, and having a mini version of you will be the cherry on top. I love you, Laelia, and I love our baby.”
“And I love you,” she says, her voice filled with emotion as she kisses me once more.
Chapter twelve
Present
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Laelia’s voice slices through the haze of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I roll over and fix my gaze on the door, where she stands, a vision of commanding elegance. Dressed in a sleek pencil skirt, a crisp white shirt, and black heels that seem designed to make her legs look even more irresistible, she commands my full attention. Her posture is flawless, her stance confident.
I prop myself up on my elbows and let my eyes trail down her body, savouring every curve. “Well, my mood is definitely improving now,” I say, my smirk widening. The words barely escape my lips before my gaze returns to her legs, each step she takes drawing me deeper into a trance.
As she glides towards me, her presence seems to bend the very air around us, making it heavy with anticipation. She hovers in front of me, and for a moment, it feels like I’m living out every teenage fantasy—caught between the desire to submit and the urge to dominate. My lips part, and I lick them involuntarily.
As if she can read my mind, she chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. With deliberate grace, shereleases her hair from its bobble, letting it cascade around her face in loose, seductive waves. Her eyes lock onto mine with a mischievous glint as she begins to unbutton the top three buttons of her shirt, each movement slow and tantalising. My pulse quickens as her actions stir a growing tension beneath my jeans.
The black lace of her bra peeks out from beneath her open shirt, a teasing glimpse of what lies beneath. Black lace—my absolute favourite—almost as if she’s aware of every detail that drives me wild. The sight makes my pants tighten uncomfortably.
In a bold move, she swings one leg over me, straddling my lap. The shift in her position offers me a fleeting but tantalising view of the lace thong she’s wearing, further fuelling the fire within me. This woman is going to be the end of me, I think, as she starts to grind against me, her movements slow and deliberate.
I sit up, and she doesn’t budge. My hands find her thighs, sliding up under her skirt with deliberate slowness. When my hands hover near her hips, she lifts herself just enough for me to bunch her skirt up, exposing her full, enticing form. I trail my fingers up her legs as she continues to grind, her moans growing louder with each movement.
Unable to resist any longer, I stand up, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. I gently lower her onto the bed, hovering over her. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of defiance and longing.
“Anything I can do to make your mood even better?” she asks, her voice a sultry whisper. I lean closer, our lips almost touching as I stroke her chin with my knuckle. “I can think of a few things,” I murmur, just before our lips meet.
Our kiss deepens instantly, her tongue exploring mine with a fierce passion. When I finally pull away, she whimpers, but the sound quickly turns into a moan as I trail kisses down her neck, sucking gently, making sure to leave my mark.
“I’m down for whatever you have planned,” she breathes between moans. Her fingers dig into my hair as I suck harder on her neck, nipping the tender skin and eliciting another, louder moan. Our breathing grows ragged as I let my hands explore her body.
My fingers trace over the softness of her skin, each touch making her gasp and squirm. I ignore her shirt, tearing it open with a swift, powerful motion. Buttons scatter across the room, and she gasps in surprise.
“Fuck,” she moans as I caress her exposed breasts, kneading them with rough, eager hands. Our eyes lock, and the desire in her gaze is almost palpable. With a rush of adrenaline, I yank her black lace bra down, revealing her pert, erect nipples. My mouth waters as I take one into my mouth, feeling her body arch towards me, desperate for more.
Her moans spur me on as I use my free hand to pinch and roll her other nipple, making her cry out in pleasure. “Killian,” she gasps, her voice pleading. The room suddenly feels cooler, a shiver running through me as if something is amiss, but I shove the thought aside, focusing entirely on the intoxicating woman beneath me.
Kissing my way back up to her lips, she moans into the kiss, her voice trembling with need. “Please,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. I pull back slightly, taking in her flushed, lust-filled expression. Without wasting a second, I rip my t-shirt off and throw it aside, eager to continue.
She sits up, her hands roaming over my abs, sending shivers down my spine. Her touch makes my jeans feel painfully tight, and I let out a groan as she smiles triumphantly. Her hands continue their descent until she’s gripping my erection through my jeans. The firm pressure makes me moan, and I quickly undo my belt, tossing it away.
As soon as my jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, her hand slides down, gripping my cock with a firm, steady motion. My breathing becomes laboured as she strokes me, each movement driving me wild. I push her back onto the bed and hover over her, her touch still relentless and exhilarating.
Running my hand down her chest, I watch her eyes lock with mine, filled with desire. I trace my fingers over her lace thong, feeling the heat radiate from her. Her expression makes it clear—she wants me, and she wants me now.
I press my lips against hers, slipping a finger under her thong, feeling the wetness that’s already soaked through. “So wet and ready for me. I love how you get like this for me,” I groan, my voice rough with need.
She moans at my words, her body clenching around my finger as I add another, pushing deeper. Her moans quicken, each sound more urgent than the last. “Oh, fuck,” she cries out, her body trembling with pleasure.