An endless river of intense wetness floods out of me, down the length of his cock.
And then he arches his back and smashes into me somehow harder than he has yet.
My no-longer-a-virgin pussy gives a pulse in response.
Another orgasm shatters into me as he moans and gasps and his cock starts to beat inside of me, like a heart, like we’re fusing together as we finish together.
He collapses to the side of me when we’re finished, and without even thinking I climb into the nook of his arm, resting my cheek against his chest.
A worry rises like acid inside of me. He’s going to push me away now. Maybe now that he’s gotten what he wanted, he’s not going to want to cuddle and be close.
But then my worries uncoil and relax as he lifts his hand to cradle me closer to his chest, moving his fingers through my hair.
My pussy throbs with the aftermath, my hole fluttering and aching with the savage way he took me.
“Did I get too rough with you?” he asks.
“No,” I say. “I liked it. It was everything I ever dreamed of.”
I look up to find his smirk turned into something like a genuine smile, his eyes sparkling, brimming with affection.
“It was, wasn’t it?” he says. “I just lost control. Making love to you, Juliana, it was the first time in my life I haven’t felt like I had to be on alert like I could just be … me. Does that make sense? Saying it out loud, I feel like a jackass.”
“No,” I rush to say, climbing up his sweat-slick chest and laying my lips against his cheek, kissing him softly. “I feel exactly the same. It was like we disappeared and something else took our place. That’s how it felt for me, anyway.”
“Fate,” he growls passionately. “I don’t care how it sounds. I don’t care if it’s cheesy or if it’s supposed to be impossible. I think fate took over just now. I think it made our bodies do what we needed to do—fuck hard, fuck like animals so that we’d keep our bloodlines going. Can you feel it? Can you feel our child?”
I lay my hand across my belly, stunned that I haven’t grown self-conscious about my nakedness. Usually, the idea of my belly being exposed would be my own personal hell. But with my man – my soulmate – I don’t care.
My womb tingles and flurries within me, tickling, whispering.
I feel it.
I feel the magic inside of me, Jett and me coming together in a conflagration.
“Yes,” I moan. “Oh, God, I really do.”
“You don’t need to sound so surprised baby,” he chuckles. “I’ve never felt more certain of anything in my life. You’re pregnant. We’re going to be a family.”
Even if he can’t possibly know that, I believe him with everything I have.
I feel it rioting inside of me with iron certainty.
I love you.
I open my mouth to say the words, but then slam my mouth shut, stilling them before they can pass my lips. The worst thing I could do right now is throw the words at him that he’s not ready to return to me, turn this awkward when right now it’s filled with starlit perfection.
So instead I say nothing, closing my eyes and laying my cheek against his chest again, listening to the soothing drumbeat of his heart.
Chapter Seventeen
Jett
I wish we could continue our lives here forever, closed away from the world, just me and Juliana and Rebel. I’m starting to develop a real bond with the little Chihuahua. She likes to sit on my chest and curl up, falling asleep and making it impossible for me to move.
Not that I want to move when I’ve got my woman asleep next to me, too, her head resting on my shoulder.
It’s been two days since we first took each other, carnally, beautifully.
Now it’s time for the meeting with Igor, even if meeting with that Bratva scumbag is the last thing I want to do.
But we can’t hide in the dark forever.
When I wake, I harden myself, making myself cold on the inside, killing those parts of me that Juliana has awakened.
Or trying to.
Patricia and Juliana are quiet at breakfast.
They both know that they’re going back into the safe room this morning.
I’m meeting Igor at an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the countryside, the only place the Russian criminal would agree to meet with me. Last night, Juliana pled with me. She told me it’s going to be a trap, and she’s right. Of course, she’s right. But I have to end this.
“I’m going to kill him,” I told her, gripping her close to me. “You don’t have to worry. I’m going to end this.”
“But what if he kills you?”
She was close to tears, but I tried to keep myself steely. I can never let the notion that my quarry might turn the situation against me into my mind. It would make doing my work too difficult.