Page 94 of Selfish Desires

I laughed but didn’t expect it when Vincent sat up and suddenly pinned me down by my shoulders while ripping the covers away to expose my naked form to his hungry eyes.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” Except, there was no regret in Vincent’s tone. If anything, I could hear the pounding in his chest, easily syncing with mine.

“If you’re okay with it?” It really wasn’t a question, either. This was how I needed it to be, and I knew Vincent simply needed my permission. Vincent’s smile waned when his eyes shifted to the diamond ring on my finger, and my stomach lurched as I prepared myself for the next question.

“When would you like to set a date?” The velvet timbre of his deep voice pierced the room.

“I don’t want to right now,” I blurted. This was a fact I had been struggling with for the last two months. Just something about what Vincent and I shared now, I didn’t want to rock. It was an easy balance we were maintaining, quite effortless.

“Okay.” His gaze softened as he peered deeply into my eyes. His broad shoulders relaxed, and I felt the tension leave his body. “We take our time. We don't rush anything.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I cupped one side of his lightly stubbled face, my fingertips dancing along his sharp jaw. “What we have is enough.” I absentmindedly let my other hand massage my belly, still amazed at what was growing inside me, still not knowing if it was a little boy or a girl. It was a detail we decided to let it stay a surprise until delivery day.

“Wendy, you are enough.” Vincent leaned down, brushing his thick lips against me, his warm breath tickling my chin. “And you alone will always be enough.” A growl escaped his chest as one of his hands moved from my shoulder to my throat. His hand stayed stationed around my neck but let it lay there like a not quite heavy enough weighted blanket. “You know, if we start this again, we’re going to need a new safe word,” Vincent warned.

“Why? You don’t like the one we have now?”

“You decided to scream it while we were still tied up and in front of Zachary. So, yeah. I think a new one is in order.” Vincent smirked, his hand toying with a vein on the side of my neck.

“That’s because you wouldn’t stop talking and weren’t listening to anything else I said when I told you to stop.” I grinned and ran my hand through Vincent’s lush hair. The feeling of his soft mane through my fingers was always like free-falling into the most delicious cloud. I’d never get enough.

“Pretty please?” A playful glint danced across his ocean eyes, and he turned his hand to plant a featherlight kiss along my inner wrist.

“Alright, alright.” My eyes rolled in exaggerated annoyance. “I’ll choose a new word.”

“Something that we don't use in usual conversation.” Vincent's grin widened, tickling my skin with his breath as he leaned in. “But also something not silly. Let it be appropriate for how we’re feeling and what we’re doing now.”

Okay, I thought. I could do this, but it was going to come from me. I’d take Vincent’s light instructions, wrap them around my head, and let them settle in my heart. As I gazed up at the man I would spend the rest of my life and build a family with, this word had to be special. He represented a part of my foundation my mind would always require and what my heart would always…

“I have it.” My eyes popped.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” A slow burn laugh spilled from Vincent’s lips I planned to kiss in seconds.

“Desires.”

THE END…

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