Page 9 of Endangering the King
But he could also make love to me. Beautiful, sensual, slow love.
He built me up gradually, just like how our friendship started.
He listened.
And gave.
Without any expectation of return.
And that was beautiful.
Perfect.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Stefan’s low, strained voice asked.
I opened my eyelids to see him staring down at me with a concerned look.
My hands cupped his face, and tears spilled out of my eyes. “I love you, Stefan. So much.”
His lips touched mine. “I love you, too. But why are you crying?” His fingers wiped away the tears streaming down the sides of my face.
“Because you’re making love to me. And before you,” I sniffled slightly and blinked my tears away, “nobody had ever done that to me. For me.”
Stefan sighed deeply and placed his forehead on mine. He shook his head. “Giselle, I both hate that and love it at the same time. Fuck, I’m such a selfish bastard.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m far too happy that I was the first to give you that.”
Then he kissed me.
And then he kept making love to me in his amazing, dreamy way. Until I whispered, “Stefan, I’m coming.”
Instead of speeding up his pace—he slowed. He gave me torturously gentle thrusts that pushed me over the edge. Every muscle in my body held onto him so tightly I couldn’t breathe. I felt his cock emptying inside of me.
And it was beautiful.
So, so beautiful.
“I want to make a baby with you, Giselle. Fuck,” he grunted out, “I want to get you pregnant.”
My eyes shot open.
And all thoughts of breathing escaped.
Did he just say—
Oh, my gosh.
Yeah.
He did.
His cock twitched one last time and I felt him relax. He panted against my lips and kissed me, “I mean it, sweetheart. I want a baby with you. A brother or sister for Dani.”
He kissed down my cheek—to my neck. “I’m ready for the next part of our life.”
Oh, my gosh.
What was I supposed to say? In this perfect, peaceful, loving moment?
“I want you off your birth control as soon as possible. Okay?” He kissed his way back up to my lips.