Possessing the Princess

My cheeks flamed. “I only took the test last weekend after I realized I was very late, but I suppose I knew before that.”

“Hmm. You might get punished for that,” he murmured the erotic threat, but I wasn’t frightened.

I writhed against him, wallowing in all of his hardness and heat. “Aris, I cannot wait to have you inside me bare again.”

His eyes became hooded and more piercing. “What is it you like about me fucking you raw, prinkípissa?”

I would never have imagined taking part in pillow talk before him, but even this could only be described as dirty talk.

My voice breathy, I ran fingertips down into the groove of arrowed muscle at his groin. “I like knowing I still have some part of you inside me. Feeling your cum spill as your cock throbs turns me on.”

“Damn,” he gritted out before a slow scandalous smirk flashed across his lips.

Then a more serious expression settled across his rugged features, and he laid his palm on my lower belly directly over my womb. “Seems to me there’s definitely a part of me in you now.”

“Yesss,” I whispered, achingly aroused by the mere thought that he was so virile he’d impregnated me the one and only time we’d fucked without birth control.

“I probably have to let you sleep for a while, though, huh? Seeing as you are carrying my child in there.” Banding his arms around me, he dragged me closer. “God, I love you, Roya.”

I knew I must have indeed dozed off in Aris’s arms after my announcement because, when I drifted slowly back to awareness, I lay in the bed. He had carried me here while I slept, and I hadn’t even roused.

As always, his careful consideration—a trait seemingly so at odds with the rough mafioso I’d first met—conjured peace and warmth, and more of that wonder.

Dark shadows clung to the walls, but lightness wrapped around my soul. Aris and I would be a family unto ourselves. We’d have children, maybe a whole houseful. The knowledge of our love spun the most incredible glow inside of me.

Sitting further up, I rustled the sheets slightly, noting Aris’s side of the bed was empty. But he wasn’t far.

A sliver of light appeared from the bathroom, and then the door was cracked wider. He knew I was awake, that I watched.

He stood within the opening, at the counter. In profile, the gorgeous man was stunningly naked and rampantly erect.

The string of striking ruby beads glittered as he drew them from the case.

He wrapped the rubies around one thick wrist then pulled the clasp closed. Then he brought the gleaming crimson beads to his face and sniffed, his nostrils flaring like a magnificent Persian stallion catching the scent of his mare.

He had never washed my fragrance away in all this time.

Like the gold cuffs, the rubies tightened a knot between us.

A tether.

A belonging no one else would ever understand or come close to touching.

And Aris returned to bed, loving me through the rest of the night.