Page 18 of Sapphire

"Fuck, Seamus," I panted, my fingers tangling in his hair, my hips rolling shamelessly against his face. "Don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop."

He hummed against me, the vibrations making me clench and shudder around his thrusting fingers. "Wouldn't dream of it, love. Could spend the rest of my fucking life right here, with my face buried in this sweet cunt. Could die a happy man, drowning in your fucking juices."

I let out a choked laugh, my head thrashing on the pillow as he redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on my clit and curling his fingers just right. "You're filthy, you know that? A perverted, insatiable, fucking glorious bastard."

He grinned against me, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, so full of heat and hunger. "Aye, but I'm your bastard. Now be a good girl and come all over my fucking face like I know you want to."

With a hoarse cry and a full-body shudder, I came apart on his tongue, my core clenching and fluttering around his fingers as he worked me through it, drawing out every last aftershock until I was so sensitive I thought I might die from it.

He pulled back with a final, gentle kiss to my throbbing clit, his face glistening with my arousal. That wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever seen, my big, bad, fucking lethal Bratva king with my cum smeared all over his smug, satisfied face.

He crawled up my body, bracing himself over me on his elbows, his eyes so soft and warm, it made my breath catch. "I love you too, Kamilla. You’re everything to me. Everything I never knew I wanted, everything I never thought I could have."

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was tender and fierce. I kissed him back with everything I had. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting, Seamus rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, his breath hot and damp against my skin.

"I’m going to breed this fierce, wild, fucking perfect body until your belly is round with my child, until everyone who looks at you knows you're mine." Seamus growled.

I shivered, my core clenching with a fresh wave of arousal. The thought of it, of Seamus's seed taking root inside me, of growing heavy and ripe with the proof of our love. It was everything I'd never dared to dream of, never thought I could have. A future, a family to call my own.

I smiled. There was something I had been keeping back from him.

I already had it.

I reached up, cupping his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking over the stubble on his jaw. "Seamus, love, it's too late for that."

He stilled above me. "Too late? What do you mean, too fucking late?"

I bit my lip, fighting back the grin that wanted to break free. "I mean, I’m already pregnant, you absolute fucking walnut.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open, then, slowly, realization dawned.

"Pregnant," he whispered. "You're... we're going to have a baby? A fucking child, half you and half me and all ours?"

I nodded, my vision blurring with tears I couldn't be bothered to blink back. "Aye, my love. A little prince or princess to call our own.”

Seamus made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, his face splitting into a grin so wide and then he was kissing me again, hot and hard and hungry. My arms wound around his neck, my legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. I could feel him against me, hard and thick and throbbing, the proof of his need for me.

"I love you," he growled against my mouth, his hands roaming over my body. "I love you so fucking much, Kamilla. You've given me everything, made me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now this, now a child? Fuck, I don't even have the words."

I laughed. "Then don't talk, my love. Show me instead. Show me how much you love me, how much you want this. Want us, our family."

He groaned, low and deep in his chest, and then he was moving, sliding into me with one smooth, powerful thrust. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness filling me up in all the ways that mattered. He started to move, long, deep strokes that hit me just right, that made stars burst behind my eyelids and my toes curl with the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

"My queen," he murmured against my skin, his lips trailing over my jaw, my throat, the curve of my shoulder. "My fucking goddess, full of my child.”

I arched beneath him, my nails raking down his back, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. "Yes," I gasped out. "One of many.”

He shuddered above me, his rhythm faltering, his control slipping. "Fuck, Kamilla”

"Let go," I urged him, clenching tight around him, milking him for all I was worth. "Let go, my love.”

With a roar he obeyed, spilling deep inside me in hot, pulsing spurts. I followed him over the edge with a scream of my own, my body convulsing around him, drawing out every last drop of his release.

We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and panting breaths. Seamus rolled to the side, pulling me with him, still buried deep inside me like he couldn't bear to let me go. I tucked my head beneath his chin, my palm resting over his heart, feeling the steady, reassuring thump of it against my skin. This was peace, I realized. This was what it felt like to be complete, to be whole.

This was worth everything. Every scar, every sacrifice to get here. I would do it all again, a thousand times over, for just one more moment like this. To build a future where the Bratva queen and her Irish king ruled side by side. A future where our child would grow up strong and fierce and fucking unstoppable, a true heir to the empire.

As I drifted off to sleep in my lover’s arms, our joined hands resting over the tiny, precious spark of life growing inside me, I knew that future was closer than ever.

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