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As she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, tears streamed down her cheeks, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of our bodies colliding in the woods.

Feeling her convulse around me, I knew I was on the brink of release, my own climax building with each stroke. With a feral groan, I spilled myself deep inside her, my hot seed flooding her depths as I claimed her as my own.

Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "I'm going to fill you so deep,Milaya. You'll feel me inside you for days." And as I emptied myself into her, I knew that our connection was more than just physical—it was unbreakable, and utterly intoxicating.

Chapter 17

LUNA

?The next morning, we woke to a mess of mud and twigs in some pretty private places. It took a solid hour under the shower to scrub ourselves clean, but it was worth every second. Yesterday was wild, not your everyday experience, but man, did I enjoy every bit of it. Despite the soreness in my muscles, I couldn't help but smile at the memories we made.

I would never forget the thrill of Adrik chasing me like an animal in the woods. It was like tapping into something I never knew I wanted. I might be unhinged for enjoying such a thing, but I was damn unapologetic about it.

After our shower, I sat in the kitchen by the fireplace. I focused on knitting a pair of baby socks, a hobby I'd taken up not too long ago. The rhythmic motion of the needles was soothing, but there was a heaviness in my chest that refused to lift.

Adrik bustled around the kitchen, flipping pancakes on the stove. The scent of the cooking breakfast filled the air, making my mouth water. It was all so cozy, yet beneath the surface, an ache lingered.

I glanced down at the half-finished green baby socks in my hands, a pang of longing tightening my chest. Adrik's words from yesterday echoed in my mind, reminding me how he filled me up. If my calculations were correct, yesterday was my most fertile day, and the thought excited me just as much as it scared me.

The yearning for a child tugged at my chest, a deep-seated longing that seemed to grow with each passing day. I knew Adrik felt it too, the unspoken desire for a family of our own.

He approached me with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a plate piled high with pancakes. His gaze lingered on the baby socks I'd set aside on the coffee table, and I saw a softness wash over his features. As I tucked into the pancakes, savoring their taste, I couldn't help but be absorbed in my own thoughts.

Sensing my distraction, Adrik gently broached the subject. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his tone cautious, as though afraid I might crumble.

I shrugged, not quite ready to reveal the turmoil swirling inside me. But Adrik wouldn't let it go, his grip firm yet tender as he took hold of my free hand, the one not busy devouring fluffy pancakes. "What's going on in my wife's head?" he pressed, his eyes searching mine.

Before I could stop myself, the words spilled from my lips. "Would you still want me even if I couldn't get pregnant?"

His eyes clouded over with a simmering rage, and I instantly regretted the words that had slipped from my lips. The air between us grew heavy with tension, and I braced myself for his reaction. Adrik wouldn't abandon me over something like that, but the fear still gnawed at me.

I hastily gulped down the pancakes, my emotions making it difficult to swallow. With a nervous glance in his direction, I attempted to clarify my intention. "Elena said some things," I began, my voice wavering slightly. "I know they're not true. I trust you completely. But maybe, deep down, it's still lingering in my mind, you know?"

"You're my priority, Luna," he stated firmly, his jaw clenched. "Whatever garbage Elena spewed, don't let it get under your skin."

I struggled to be comforted by his reassurance, Elena's words still paining me. My mind battled against the poison she had injected into my thoughts, poisoning the well of my confidence.

He edged closer, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, his touch grounding me in the present moment. "And about children," he spoke, his voice sincere, "I want them, Luna. I want to see little versions of you running around, filling our home with laughter and chaos."

Before I could voice my fears, he quickly continued, “But remember,Milaya, my desire for children will never outweigh my love for you. You're everything to me, and that will never change."

He clasped my hands tightly, his lips pressing against them in a tender gesture before he spoke. "We've got all the time in the world," he murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he said, "Whether we have children or not, you're everything I could ever want."

His words were a balm to my worried mind, easing the uncertainty that had settled there. I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I love you," I gushed.

. His smile widened at my words, but there was an intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. "I love you more than anything," he replied with a possessive fervor that I have grown to love.

We resumed eating, but my thoughts strayed to visions of a little boy with Adrik's piercing grey eyes, or a little girl with adorablepigtails. The desire for a family consumed me, the need burning deep within my chest. Adrik paused mid-bite, his gaze meeting mine as he spoke, "I charged your phone for you. It's a bit banged up, but it still works. We can head into town later if you're feeling up to it, get you a new one."

His words snapped me back to reality, reminding me of the world beyond our little bubble of intimacy. I nodded in response, excusing myself from the table to retrieve my phone. The phone's screen was a spider web of cracks, but miraculously, it still worked. Flicking it on, I was greeted by a barrage of notifications: missed calls, texts, and messages, all clamoring for attention. Christy and Simon had left a deluge of messages, and even some customers of the bakery had reached out repeatedly.

I dialed Christy's number without hesitation, a sense of urgency propelling my fingers as I wanted to reassure her of my safety. Immediately, Christy's worried voice sounded on the other end of the line. I felt a lump form in her throat as I heard Christy's tears, her desperation seeping through the phone lines.

"What happened? Where are you?" She interrogated.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself to recount the harrowing events. "My sister kidnapped me," I said bluntly. "She's not well, Christy. I sort of moved to this town to escape her."

Christy's outrage was swift and fierce, colorful curses flying out of her mouth. "That damn bitch!" she spat, "I can't believe anyone would do something like that to a person, never mind it being your sister!"

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