Page 6 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

He groaned. “I love when you make noises like that. No inhibitions holding you back. No filter. Just raw.”

Pressure built quickly. I trembled dangerously close to the edge waiting for Hale to pull me back but instead he just pushed me on.

“Let go, Rayne. Give in.”

My body shook until I shattered, raspy cries spilling from my lips as he fingered me hard while he fucked my ass. I no longer cared about making a baby or being somebody’s mom. I only wanted to be Hale’s slutty little wife, his fuck toy, his dirty little fantasy.

My jumbled thoughts became a mess of profanity, prayer, and gibberish. He held still, waiting for me to say the magic words. To beg. It didn’t take long.

As soon as my orgasm waned, I yelled out, “Fuck me harder, Hale, please!” And he did.

His body slammed into mine as his fingers worked their magic. My body pulsed, so weak with pleasure I could only fall to my stomach, but that didn’t stop Hale. He pounded into me, shaking the tension from my bones. He tamed the storm inside of me until I was soft and passively his.

Allhis.

I might never care about self-possession or independence ever again. Why did I need to worry about such things when Hale could fuck all my worries away? That’s all I wanted in that moment. I wanted him to fuck me until he broke me because when I shattered like this, it wasn’t ugly at all. It was peaceful and beautiful, like a galaxy exploding into a billion little stars, and all my neurotic tendencies disappeared into stardust too small to see.

He carefully turned me to my back and traced a finger down my cheek. “There’s my baby.” The way his possession could effortlessly shift from aggressive to gentle filled me with a sense of security and trust. “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

He bent to kiss me softly, and I felt his love pouring into my soul. A divine sense of adoration washed over me, and I chased his lips, always wanting more.

He chuckled, the sound deep and oh-so-sexy. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished yet.” My drenched thighs fell open as he rearranged our bodies. “Look at me, Rayne.”

My bleary eyes opened. God, he was beautiful.

He kissed me again with absolute tenderness. “I love you, baby.”

My mouth formed a lopsided smile. “Love you, too.”

He still made sure I said it every time. Words of affirmation mattered to Hale. He not only wanted to hear that I loved him, he needed to make sure I knew he loved me. I was his world and he was mine. It was us, and Elara—a family. We were happy, so it made perfect sense that I wanted to add to that happiness with another baby, but Hale never wanted me to feel like anything was missing if that wasn’t in the cards for us.

“I’m sorry I get so crazy sometimes.”

“I’m used to your crazy, Rayne. It’s what made me fall in love with you.” Loosening the silk tie, he pulled my weak fingers to his lips, kissing my knuckles as he rubbed feeling back into my arms.

I sighed, my heart full of gratitude that I found this incredible man and somehow managed to marry him. “Are you going to finish?”

He cocked a brow. “I thought you might have had enough.”

“I’ll never have enough of this.” My alone time with Hale was what kept me sane on most days. “Go ahead.”

“You’re so fucking goodto me, baby.” He pushed inside of me again and groaned. Pumping slowly, I could tell he was close.

As his teeth scraped over my shoulder his body shivered and his cock pulsed. His grip on my hips tightened, and he sighed. His weight blanketed me as he slowly pulled out, and I lovingly ran my fingers through his blond hair. Only I got to see him this vulnerable.

I did this to him.Me.

My body trembled in the gentle aftermath of my prior climax. He was exhausted and I was more than content to hold him for a while. It was now my turn to take care of him, and I loved that we had this sort of give-and-take together.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we totally misunderstood the assignment, but so-fucking-what? My husband was hotter than Lucifer’s wettest dream, and he loved me in a way I once thought nobody could. We could try for a baby next month. Right now, this was precisely what we both seemed to need.

Rolling to his side, he sighed. “You okay?”

Words were hard, but I managed to slur, “I’m wonderful.”

As always, he rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment laterhe returned with a warm, damp washcloth and pressed it between my thighs. “I don’t want you to be sore.”

There would be no avoiding that. “It was worth it.”

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