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“Yes,” I reply with a smirk before he whips me around and underneath him. “I’m pretty certain your child isn’t going to get an introduction to anything if we have sex, Xander.”

“You can’t say words like ‘sex’ anymore,” he says in between peppering me with slow kisses up and down my neck, “you’re going to be a mother.”

I grin widely, only half paying attention as his mouth travels down south with those irresistible lips of his. He sucks on one of my nipples, nothing unusual, but the sensitivity of it has me shooting bolt upright.

“Oh my God!” I gasp.

“I know, your tits are fucking huge, Beth,” he mumbles as he swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple, “I’ve got more than a handful here.”

My skittishness doesn’t perturb his journey down my body, but once he hits my small but prominent bump, he stops. His eyes stare back up into mine, looking doe-like and slightly lost over how to react to my new lodger.

“You’re having our baby. You’re going to be a mom. I’m going to be a dad. Holy shit!” he gasps, but with a huge grin across his face, and I can’t help but smile back at him. It’s the first time I have felt a hint of excitement over the prospect of us being parents together.

“Keep kissing me,” I whisper, pulling him close again.

He doesn’t disappoint, and when he hits my core, I almost explode on the spot. Everything feels so much more sensitive than before and his tongue against my nerves seems to be all they need to detonate. It’s so intense, I involuntarily slam my thighs against his head to stop him.

“You can’t do that, Xander; I won’t last long if you do that, and I want you inside of me when I come.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I am going to be like the king of sex without having to do much?” he asks mischievously.

“Pretty much!” I nod, not even pretending to berate him over his ego, nor hide the effect he is having on me. His kiss returns to my mouth, while he slides inside of me with ease. He thrusts with slow, full movements, groaning as he does so. I lie back against the pillows, just as he rises up onto his knees, hoisting my hips up to meet his, so he can hit me deeper and faster with his movements.

My more than ample cleavage begins to move hypnotically in front of him, his eyes widening in a weird kind of trance that has me laughing at him. He curses before moving so vigorously, I have to tightly grip hold of the sheets.

“Xander, hold, shit…I’m…” I don’t get to finish that sentence before the most intense orgasm rockets through me, leaving me a quivering mess on the bed before him. Before I can register the world without the flashes of white stars sparkling in the peripheries of my vision, he flips me over and enters from behind. He moves hard, fast, and with an urgency that has me building up again, and when he leans down to touch me in lazy circles at the same time, it’s enough to tip me into another climax which, this time, he shares with me.

Before I can sink onto the bed in a jelly-like heap, he pulls me up against his chest and pants inside of my ear, as if using me to calm himself. Soon, we fall together like a bundle of limbs, and with only enough energy left to hold onto one another. His hand slides around to my bump, clutching at it protectively. He’s rewarded with a tiny kick from inside, one that has him practically leaping away from me.

“What the fuck was that?” he cries, pointing at my stomach with comically wide eyes.

“I think that was our baby,” I giggle, feeling a little freaked out myself, but mostly finding his reaction amusing.

“Oh, Jesus, does he or she know what we just did?”

“No, you idiot!” I roll my eyes and sink back down to the mattress, not even trying to cover my laughter. “It’s probably just the adrenaline rush or a rise in blood pressure.” I shrug as he leans against me again. “God, I love you, my silly boy!” I run my hand over his face as he kisses me with a smirk on his lips, thankfully looking a little more relaxed over it all.

“I love you too, my beautifulBeth!”

Xander

Trying to stay cool at the moment is my main priority, even though I’m feeling a little hysterical on the inside. Responsibility hangs over my head like a large foreboding weight about to fall if I make one wrong move. But I’m going to do whatever it takes to try and keep Beth safe, especially now that she’s carrying our child.

Jesus, what a fucking wake-up call that was! She had muttered a bunch of stuff when she was out cold, mostly incoherent, but then she started having a full-on conversation with me while she was asleep. She told me she loved me several times, and I laughed at her, but still told her that I loved her too. Then she started telling me she had something important to tell me, something that might make me mad. My initial thoughts were of Oliver and what he might have done to her, so I took advantage of her unconsciousness and probed a little further.

“We’re both so young,” Beth mumbles, “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Her words have my heart leaping up into my throat as I wait for her to tell me that he has been inside of her, that he had finally forced himself onto her. I fight the urge to push her to the point of waking, of shutting down on me, even when she begins to get visibly upset, with her brow furrowed and her lips trembling. Instead, I brace myself for the horrifying truth, but still begin to rub her knee to try and comfort her and calm her down.

“Shh, baby, it’s ok,” I soothe her as she remains sleeping but still with that worried brow.

“You don’t understand; I didn’t mean to; I was so careful…” She reaches out for me, so I grab her hand, the one that’s desperately trying to find me, and try to reassure her.

“Whatever he did, Beth, we can work through it together!” I kiss her hand, holding it to my lips for a long while. Every now and then, I catch glances of her looking like she’s battling with her own memories of whatever Oliver did to her.

“No, you don’t understand, Xander, you don’t…Xander, you don’t…”

She begins gasping for breath as she pulls her hand away from mine and starts waving it around. In the end, I have no choice or willpower to carry on driving, so I pull over and bring the car to a stop. I then reach for her wrists, trying to still her rapid movements without hurting her.

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