Page 25 of The Build Up

I can hear their dual heartbeats—hers and our child’s.

I already know the gender of our child—the scent gives it away—but I’ll keep it a secret from Abbey because she wants it to be a surprise, and I always give her what she wants.

What she wants isneverunreasonable.

I inhale deeply as I bury my face between her thighs. Her aroma is rich and heady, ripe with arousal, made all the more potent by her current state.

Her undergarments are in my way. I solve that hindrance with a quick flick of my finger, extending my claw, tearing through the thin barrier with exacting precision.

A sweet gasp escapes her lips as I kiss her there, crushing my lips against her sweet warmth.

Then, I taste her.

She is sublime.

She writhes.

I grip her thighs, pinning her in place.

She runs her hands over my scalp, coming to a stop over my horn-buds, applying pressure with her thumbs, encircling them, knowing exactly where to get me so that I experience the greatest amount of exquisite agony.

I suck her clit, which has become slightly enlarged and ever more sensitive than usual.

She gasps louder.

Then, she whimpers, and her whimpers quickly become a desperate cry as she begs me for release.

I oblige, delighted at how easily she tips over the edge.

She climaxes under my hands and tongue, soft and pliable like putty, voicing her pleasure, quivering, and then collapsing into a hot, adorable little mess.

My hunger for her intensifies. The last shred of my self-control slips away. I rise and push her back against the seat, my gaze locked onto her gorgeous, flustered face, which is suffused with pink.

Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is open, revealing a hint of her glistening pink tongue.

Driving me even more mad for her.

She tears at my belt, pulling mykashkanopen. Then, she’s unfastening me, sliding my trousers over my hips, her lithe fingers gliding over my hard length.

She draws me toward her with all the force that exists in her little body, wrapping her legs around me.

I run my hands over the gentle swell of her belly, feeling the miracle we’ve created, reveling in the mystery and the glory that isher.

With surprising power, she pulls me toward her, her legs like a clamp.

And then, with me kneeling before her, she pulls me inside her and proceeds to fuck me, moving her hips back and forth, wrapping her arms around my neck.

My universe explodes.

I pull her forward, lying down on the floor so she sits astride me.

I let her have her way with me, watching her intently as she closes her eyes and rocks her body back and forth, grinding from side to side, drawing out every last molecule of pleasure.

I let her take me for as long as she wants until I can stand it no more.

I rise, wrap my arm around her, and withdraw, my cock beyond enlarged, straining for release. She could destroy me right now, and I would happily die of pleasure in her arms.

The need for release drives me.

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