Page 180 of His Cursed Heart

I feel tears coming in my eyes at the sight of the lion that stays prideful on his back.

My little Vince.

Who is not so little anymore. My growing boy is seven and loves to be in charge, forgetting about his two parents that are keeping him alive. He looks so much like Keres with his big blue eyes and the dump in the chin. His hair is the most beautiful black I've ever seen and his skin is pale like snow.

"Why is he my son just when he does something to annoy you?" He asks offended and I push the needle

harder in his skin then necessary, making him bleed. Everette laughs and I can feel his wicked smile.

“You are going to regret that, Little Fox."

I bite my lower lip, feeling my pussy convulse at the thought of him destroying my insides. "Can't wait, husband."

Something that I never thought will grow in my pregnancy(beside the breasts and my feet) was my craving for my husband. I could ride him all day, all night, and still feel like it's not enough.

"You are killing me, Althea." Everette groans and I smirk.

I decide to shut up and finish the tattoo before we do damage to his back. I look at the empty space on his right shoulder blade and I know that he will want another tattoo with our second boy.

After forty-five minutes, I apply the cooling cream and I look at his back, feeling myself falling in love with him again.

If before I couldn't even say his name, now I can't live without him. Everette is a part of my heart that can never be replaced if he'll leave me alone on this earth.

He is my strength; my breathing, walking heart and there is no place in this world that will keep us apart. He is the man who brought me back to life, and he'll be the one who will end it.

Everette goes to the two mirrors that hold so many memories, looking at his back with a soft smile. My palm goes under my growing belly, feeling my little Boss who is trying to kick his way out of me.

You have another four months to go, troublemaker.

"Will you ever stop from making my heart beat its way out of my chest? Because it hurts." I hear my husband whisper and I move my eyes to his face.

"I know you love me either way," I reply back, my hand still caressing my belly.

His soft eyes turn into a hungry gaze when he sees my naked breasts and belly. Since he got me pregnant, he's obsessed seeing my body change and accommodate with his child.

I don't have the chance to say something because his body moves so fast that I don't even have time to exhale. His lips slam on mine, swallowing my tongue and gasps of pleasure.

My hands fly around his neck while his go straight inside my shorts, his fingers finding me bare. His groan makes another wave of wetness possess my pussy. The pleasure messes with my body and I feel my legs give out, but Everette slides his arms under my knees, putting me on the leather chair.

"You drive me insane, Little Fox. Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you. Now." My whimpers are desperate and I know he's close to losing his sanity.

I work my fingers to unbuckle his belt, and I gasp when I feel my shorts being ripped away from me. I lower his pants and boxers low enough to make his length pop up to his stomach. Angry, swollen veins are making his cock look delicious and the purple-ish tip is staring right at me.

"I promise to make love to you tonight, but right now, I need to feel you strangle my cock until it hurts." Everette whispers and positions his tip at my entrance.

"Good," I moan, squeezing my arms around his neck harder. "Because I don't want to make love. I want you to devour me until there's nothing left of me."

Everette moans and closes the distance between our lips, entering me in one, long powerful thrust. I melt right in his arms as his cock meet my greedy

movements. I cry out when his fingers are playing with my sore nipples, marking the back of his head with my

nails.

I know that pregnancy made him restrain his rough side while having sex, but this, this is what we both crave.

"Harder, Everest. Mhm, please, harder," I beg him as my body slowly comes back to life.

Every thrust, every kiss, every touch that he delivers to me is like a drug. Once is done, I want more.

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