Page 24 of His Dark Desire

She smiles, her eyes filled with understanding and kindness. "You'll never have to find out. We're in this together, remember?"

We are. We're in this together and I know that if things go wrong, I'll always have Becca and our parents to fall back on.

I had been worried, unsure of where this life will lead me, I’m pregnant and while expecting my baby is something I’m excited about, I can’t help but feel as though my life is tangled. I’m in love with a man that’s cheated—repeatedly—on his wife. I’m having a baby with a man that is probably one of the most dangerous in the world and he’s also my boss. I couldn’t get any more tangled if I tried.

But the love that I feel for Joe and the love he has for me, something that he has shown me time and time again, it’s real. I know it is. I can feel it deep within my bones that what we have isn’t just to pass the time, it’s deep and soul-searing love. One that only comes once in a lifetime. Some people don’t get to feel this and I’m going to give it my all, I’m all in with Joe, but he cheats or fucks up, I’m gone. I’m not putting our child in danger because of him. I won’t allow it.

But having space between Joe and I has given me the time to think. I was able to internalize everything, and I finally realized what I had. I know how special it is and now that I have decided to be all in, it's as though a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders.

I miss Joe, I really miss him, and I can't wait for him to come home.

I strip out of my clothes, my heart racing as I hear the door closing downstairs. He’s here. He’s home. I've officially moved in with him for a week. But I’ve been here every night since we got together.

I stay still, straining to listen, waiting for any sound to let me know he’s on his way to me. I hear the creak of the floor as he steps into the room. He comes up behind me and slides his arms around ,y small bump. I smile, he’s home. God, he’s home.

He’s been gone for almost a month; he missed Christmas and I’m not angry nor am I upset. He was helping Gabby recover from her ordeal and spending time with Anthony. I love that he’s there for his family, it’s one of the many reasons that I love him.

He called me the night he’d got to Denver. He didn’t hesitate to let me know what had happened. Christina set Gabby and Anthony up. She’s the reason that Gabby was hurt and that Anthony was taken. Joe didn’t miss a beat when he let me know that Christina was no longer a problem. I didn’t have to ask him what he meant, she’s gone and that’s that.

“Hey honey,” I say thickly. I’ve missed him.

“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Fuck, baby.” He spins me around and kisses me. I’m putty in his hands. I become mush, all I can do is cling to him for dear life and let him have his way with me.

His hands slide up along my body, not missing an inch of it, he’s leaving heat in the wake, I’m burning for him. He’s usually much more controlled, but I love when he isn’t, and I have a feeling that this is one of those times he isn’t.

He pushes me back until I’m at the edge of the bed, he helps me down onto the mattress before he continues.

I’m wet. Soaking wet for him. Just as I always am. I need him, it’s been so long. God, too fucking long.

I blink in surprise as I see that he’s stripped out of his clothes.

He hovers above me, his cock thick and standing to attention. God, I want him. My body is humming with need. “Please, honey, I need you.” He slides a finger into my pussy as he brings his fingers to my nipple, I groan, loving the pleasure that spikes through my body. I grind down against his finger, my body burning for him.

“Going to fuck you now, baby.” His lips descend on mine as he lines his cock up at the entrance. He doesn’t hesitate, he thrusts deep inside of me, his cock stretching me, adding a little pain to the pleasure. Something that I love. “God, Joe,” I cry out as he slowly withdraws his cock from me before thrusting deep once again.

Over and over again he fucks me slowly, it’s torturous, but I love it. “Joe,” I whimper. “Please honey, I need you.”

He pulls out of me and flips me over so that I’m on all fours, he doesn't give me a second to adjust, he just plunges back inside.

“God,” I cry out as he thrusts into me, his cock stretching me even more. There’s something about doggy style that just hits different.

He pounds hard and fast. His strokes hitting the edge of my cervix, he knows what this does to me. I’m clawing at the sheets, mewling like a cat. I’m so close.

“I want to feel you, Hazel, let me feel you come.”

I can’t hold back, it’s like a tidal wave as it washes over me. I cling to the bedding as my orgasm hits me.

“That’s it, baby, more, don’t stop.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My body no longer belongs to me. Once I come down from the high, he flips me back onto my back. A cocky fucking grin on his face. “I’m not finished, baby, I’ve missed you,” he tells me thickly, his eyes crinkled at the corners, but they hold so much love that it takes my breath from me.

“Joe,” I cry. “I love you.”

“Love you, Baby,” he growls as he presses a kiss against my lips. “With everything I am, I fucking love you.”

I smile at him. “I love you, too.”

He twists his hips and this time when he thrusts, it’s short hard thrusts and I know that there’s not a hope that I’ll be able to hold off from having another orgasm.

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