Claiming His Nine-Month Consequence

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom. He was trembling with need. He wanted to possess her, to rip off their clothes, to fall back on the enormous bed and pull her down over him, to push himself inside her until they both screamed with ecstasy.

But he had to be gentle. She was pregnant. He had to treat her as she deserved.

His hands shook as he slowly lowered her to her feet. Never taking his eyes off her, he reached around her, unzipping her pink taffeta dress. When it dropped to the floor, he swallowed.

Her pregnant body was more lush than he’d ever imagined. She wasn’t wearing a bra. His gaze fell to her naked, swollen breasts, to the soft curve of her belly above the lace panties clinging to her full hips.

She was magnificent.

She fell back against the bed, as if her knees had stopped supporting her.

Looking down at her, spread across the shadows of his enormous bed wearing only lace panties, he wanted to fling himself on her, to take her with a masculine roar of possession.

But he did not. He could not.

His eyes lingered on her swollen breasts, huge with enticing red, rosy peaks. He’d always thought she was impossible to resist. But now she was a goddess.

His hands shook with the effort of restraint as he pulled off his tuxedo jacket. His black tie and white shirt. After kicking off his shoes, he took off his tuxedo pants and silk boxers.

He was aching, raging with the clanging need to take her, take her now. As he climbed next to her in bed, his whole body strained with the effort of self-control as he gently turned her face toward his. Without touching any other part of her, he kissed her, long and deep. He kissed her until he saw her body rise.

Gently, he rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Her full thighs stretched over his hips, his hard shaft pressed against the swell of her belly. As she leaned down to kiss him, her delicious breasts swept against his muscled chest. Lifting one full red nipple to his mouth, he suckled her until she gasped, closing her eyes in an expression of joy. Tilting her head back, she cried out as she climaxed with his mouth around her nipple. Just from that.

As he felt her soft, curvaceous body shake, he nearly did the same. Hearing her gasp with pleasure, he looked up at her beautiful face, holy with ecstasy.

Triumph surged through him. He’d made her explode. Just like that. Because Ruby was his.

She was his.

Spanning her hips with his hands, he lifted her. Her eyes were still closed and she was still gasping with pleasure as he lowered her slowly over his hard, thick shaft, filling her inch by inch.

It was the first time he’d been inside her without a condom. He gave a low, involuntary groan as blinding pleasure roared through him.

She murmured with pleasure, instinctively swaying her hips against him. Gripping his shoulders, she pushed against him, pulling him even deeper inside her.

The last vestiges of Ares’s self-control fled.

As he finally possessed her after such long, aching need, he was lost in sensation, drowning beneath her waves. Forgetting all thought of restraint, he put his hands on her hips, guiding her, pushing into her, filling her to the hilt. Her fingernails laced into his shoulders, as she met his passion with her own. Just a few deep thrusts and she climaxed again, this time with a loud, fierce cry. When he heard that, he gasped, then exploded, spilling himself inside her with pleasure so intense he almost passed out.

She softly collapsed beside him on the bed. He heard the low wheeze of his own breath. He felt the damp warmth of her skin as she pressed her body against his. Eyes closed, he pulled her tenderly against his bare chest, wrapping his arms around her, softly stroking her in the moonlit bedroom.

His. Ruby was his.

Ares has never felt this way about any woman. And he knew, whatever he’d planned, however dangerous she might be, he couldn’t let her go. Not yet.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, and he felt her stiffen in his arms.

“I thought you wanted me to leave tomorrow,” she said in a low voice. “What about all your reasons for sending me away?”

“I changed my mind,” he said in a low voice, his arms tightening around her. “Please stay.”

She still wouldn’t look at him. “For how long?”

Leaning down, Ares kissed her temple, inhaling the sweet scent of her, like sunshine and joy.