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“Give it to me, pretty wife. Give me your come, so I can fill you up with my seed,” I growled into her ear.
She cried out and clamped down on me. I bit my lip to keep from roaring my orgasm. As soon as my cock stopped throbbing and spurting inside of her, I pulled out.
I helped her out of the spray and we dried off together. We climbed beneath the sheets naked, and I pulled her close to my body, immediately enveloped in her soft scent. She smelled like home.
I never knew I could feel this way about another human being. As her soft snores took off, I climbed out of bed, setting up the contraption in the toilet. It would collect a small urine sample as soon as she went to the bathroom.
I would test it when I woke, and took care of my business.
I slipped back into the sheets and Isadora rolled toward me. I held her tight, praying that she was growing my child. I wanted her tits to fill with milk so I could suckle them. It was one of the greatest fantasies I had of her.
She grumbled in her sleep, like she knew I was still awake. I clung to her and let my heartbeat slow down, timing my breathing with hers. Deep and slow. My eye drifted closed, as I allowed the gentle lull of sleep to take me under.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Istumbled from the bathroom the next morning after doing my business. Benedikt was lying face down on the bed when I came in to change my clothes. I headed downstairs and went into the kitchen.
It had been a long time since I had the urge to cook for someone.
Benedikt treated me so well that I was on autopilot, collecting ingredients for a full breakfast. Flashbacks of last night played in my mind as I put together the world’s biggest omelets. I started the coffee, and grabbed plates out of the cabinets to set in front of the bar stools at the counter.
Benedikt snuck up behind me and placed a soft kiss on my neck, just as I was plating the first omelet.
“What’s this?” He whispered in my ear.
“I wanted to make a healthy breakfast for you,” I whispered back.
“Do you want me to help?”
I shook my head no, and pointed to one of the bar stools. “Take a seat and watch me work.”
With a grin, hefollowed my orders.
I handed him a fork, and he dug into his omelet, letting out an appreciative groan. I finished cooking mine and plated it up, so I could slide into the seat next to him. Before I sat, I grabbed each of our mugs and filled them with coffee, remembering to bring the cream and sugar to the table for myself. Benedikt liked his black. We sat in blissful peace as we ate our meal, and Benedikt praised me on each bite. I couldn’t help but preen underneath his attention.
It felt good to take care of him.
That’s what I was doing. Caring for him. Like he did for me. Benedikt wore his heart openly, and although he may not say the words, I felt them in his actions. I never once felt afraid in his arms.
He protected me when no one else did.
“I could live like this every single day and never grow bored,” Benedikt said.
I wondered briefly if he meant it.
“I love it here. The view is amazing,” I murmured, while taking a bite of my eggs.
One reason I chose to eat here was the gigantic windows. It was easy to see the land behind the property. Greenery as far as the eye could see. A calmness washed over me.
This was nothing like the chaos in the city.
It also wasn’t like The Academy. Benedikt’s home,ourproperty, was gorgeous, and I could see us raising kids here. I shook my head at my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking of bringing children into this world after all I’d lived through.
I hadn’t heard the hiss of snakes in a long time, and my dreams were no longer plagued by the Headmaster’s scent. I slept fitfully beside my husband. I was healing in a relationship I never expected to be in.
I thought I would be forced home once I gained my memories, a bargaining chip between two warring factions, but Benedikt was not letting me out of his sight. I didn’t thinkhe was going to let me go at all. I couldn’t say I was complaining.
Safety was found in his arms.