Page 40 of Swamp Kings 1

“More what?” she forced past her tight throat.

He raised his head, aiming his gaze up at her, the sight of his turmoil bringing more tears. “Moreeverything,” he whispered hotly, shaking his head. “They’re more than part human and machine and Iknowhow fucking crazy that sounds.”

“It’s not crazy, baby,” she whispered, wiping her face. “Did you tell Samuel?”

He let out a huge breath and captured her face, pulling her mouth down and pressing soft kisses on her lips. “Yes.”

She stroked his face with all her fingers, kissing him softly back. “What did he say?”

His fingers slid off her face as he lowered his face back to her lap. “He said…”

“Oh baby,” she soothed, stroking his head when emotion choked his words and brought a sob into her throat.

“He said with God all things are possible,” he forced out. “And then he hugged me so fucking tight, and then his words… theyturnedinside me and got in my fucking soul.” He looked up and locked his red, teary eyes on her. “Every waking second of every day, I fear what’s coming, that I won’t be able to protect you and our baby, that I won’t be able to protectanybody.And for the first time I knew how right I was, and then, just like that…” His mouth went hard as he looked down. “I knew I was never supposed to. God was.” He again pulled her face down to his, kissing softly then held it right before his. “That’s when I knew, baby,” he whispered. “These machines, these… half beingsdidnotget here by accident. The nuns, those men,allof them are God’sdivineintervention. And that’s just the beginning. Doesn’t even count what Handy said.”

“Handy?”

He let out an astonished chuckle, wiping his face on his shoulder. “He’s part of Kaphas.”

“I think I remember that.” She listened in shock at what being bitten by Nitro would do for him, her brain on fire with dots scrambling to be connected.

“And then?” he said, his entire countenance taking on another darkness. “A second revelation hit me.”

“What?” she whispered.

“This war coming to us? It’s bringing enemies into our camp, enemies like the demons who tried to corrupt his wife. These divine interventions are coming because man alone can’t handle what’s headed our way. There’s more out there like them and they’renotgood.” He pushed off the bed and paced swinging his arms with a sudden energy that put her on edge. “I mean… clearly God intended for this divine intervention tomixwith mankind for whatever reason,” he reasoned. “Which means we play a part, which means imperfection plays a part, sinful men play a part, sinful men with vulnerabilities play a part and can so very easily fuck shit up withtheirfreewill.” He eyed her as his pacing increased. “You realize what that means?”

She truly had no idea and shook her head.

“It means the human side of the equation has some fucking training to do. We need. To be. Ready.”

She wished she knew what that meant. “How?”

“Everythingmanis supposed to be, he needs tofuckingbe.The verybestof that. And all the shit that falls outside of our humanity, God handles.”

She nodded, finding it reasonable and logical while maybe the most selfish thing nagged at her.

Of course he saw it and hurried to her, pulling her face down and kissing her softly. “Talk to me, what’s that look for? We can’t haveanysecrets between us from here on out, yes?”

She nodded as he pecked her lips. “I just…” She fought to get her hands over her face and he refused her. “I don’t want you to see me ugly cry,” she wailed, her face contorting with the atrocity while he kissed her goofy looking mouth and spoke soft French. She finally sobbed out the stupid confession, “I guess I’ll have to stop being so obsessed with wanting to have sex all the time with you. And obsessing over sex positions while I’m pregnant so you don’t have to worry about hurting the baby, and obsessing over how to make all the marriages happy and incorporating a mandatorydatenight across the entire swamp because the bowels of frickn’ hell are coming and you need to focus on being perfect for it.”

“Noooo, no, no, no,” he cooed, chuckling between fat kisses all over her face. “My fucking angel, that’s theexactthing we needmoreof, not less. And we want to be sofuckingperfect at that because it means everything to God, you taught me that, oui? A man cannot be whole without his woman, so Ineedyou, my Belle Eveque, this wholehoardneeds you leading that charge. Okay?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her sob gushing out with her relief. He pulled her off the bed, hugging her so tight to his body. “You’ve beenobsessing over sex positions, Ma Petite?” he asked, his hunger wrecking right into her hormones and sending them exploding everywhere, turning her into a sobbing, clawing, horny freak.

Bishop tossed her onto the bed and jumped up, joining her. The clothes war resumed until they were both naked and he held her jaw, kissing her. “Show me one of these positions,” he demanded.

She turned on her side. “Behind me.”

He lay down, pressing his body into hers and she draped her leg over his hip. “Mmm, one of my favorites,” he said at her ear, pulling her leg higher and wider as he sheathed his cock in one move. He answered her shriek of ecstasy with another thrust and hot, “My angel needs her Bishop’s cock so fucking much.”

His grunts were hot and thick, and his thrusts absolutely mind blowing. His palm smashed against her clit while his fingers pressed into her pussy lips.

“Your fucking ass feels good like this.”

“Bishop!”

“Beth,” he shot, turning up the speed.

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