Page 109 of Cloud Storm

Joshua is always saying the best is yet to come. They are so goodhearted and so grateful that they were helped by an elderly couple who saw them walking along the road, covered in sores and bruises. They took care of them and also helped them start a small business.

Lancelot keeps his tools in a tin box, and the rattling sound brings me back to the here and now, to this happy time that we deserve so much.

“I think you owe me my wage, Mrs. Hills,” he murmurs, approaching me with the walk of a predator.

“Did we negotiate a discount?” I ask coquettishly. Even when I feel like a hippopotamus, he manages to make me feel like a queen.

“Let’s see, show me what you have hidden here,” he says, pointing to my maternity top. “Maybe we can reach an agreement.”

He’s pointing at my bigger-than-ever rack. My breasts have increased in size and my brand-new husband is fascinated with the result.

“I love these…” He bends down to lift my top and take my nipple between his lips through my bra fabric. “And I love that they’re only mine to enjoy.”

“In a few days we will have someone here who will fight with you for the right.”

That makes him smile. He looks up to meet my gaze, while his hands rest possessively on my rounded belly.

“Mine,” he says, kissing my belly. First one kiss, then another and another. “You both are mine.”

“You’re selfish, Lancelot,” I murmur, overwhelmed by his touch and invaded by need.

“As you’ve told me many times,” he replies, laughing.

“And you’ve never denied it,” I reply, challenging him to continue.

“With regard to you, never.”

Nothing is the same as before, the haughty, arrogant man at the bank has been left behind, forgotten. Lancelot may be relentless, intense, and stubborn, but he’s also sweet, caring, and protective. I love my husband just as he is, with all his virtues along with all his flaws.

What? I have mine too and he doesn’t complain.

“Let’s go to bed.”

He returns to the attack, with his mouth drawing paths around my neck.

“I hope it’s not to sleep,” I answer. “We have to take advantage of the time we have left while it’s just you and me.”

“It will always be you and me.”

His hands are on my hips, touching me in the way he knows I like.

“You know what I mean,” I add, while I feel a hard kick.

We both feel it, marveling at this miracle that grows inside me.

“Looks like he’s going to be a worthy rival, what a temper he has.”

“I can’t imagine who he got that from.”

I get up, and he follows me inside to our bed.

I give him my body and he takes me further than ever. Invading, ramming, assaulting.

“Fly high, Hummingbird,” he growls moving inside me.

“Yes,” I gasp between breaths. “You are my grounding wire, keep holding onto me, Lancelot.”

“No, my love,” he says seriously, kissing my mouth. “Be free, rise, travel the world, just let me be your breeze.”

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