Page 184 of Sin & Sapphire

“I missed you,” I whispered into his chest. “So fucking much.”

When I sat back up, Angelo and Luca had melted away, leaving Valentin and I in our own, silent bubble.

I unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. To my surprise, Valentin let me, leaning back with his hands on the sofa as I peeled his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the hard lines of his body. I kissed across his chest, then moaned when he clutched at me, his fingers digging into the bruises of my ass.

Pain blossomed, low and sweet and so fucking good.

“Ça va, princesse?” Are you okay, princess?

“Better than okay. So good,” I moaned as I rocked my hips over his hard cock, blissfully unselfconscious about the mess I was leaving. Valentin never fucking judged me for what we did when we were fucking, for the pain I loved, for the release I found when he hurt me, for the soaring bliss when he sent me into subspace.

Valentin moaned. “I’m not going to last long if you continue like that.”

“Take it, then,” I challenged him.

He cocked a black eyebrow. “No, princess.Youtake it.”

He squeezed my ass, then bent his lips to take a nipple in his mouth. “You never pierced me,” I murmured.

He laughed. “It’s not too late.”

With a smile on my lips, I unbuckled his belt and freed his cock before rising up and teasing it with the slick lips of my pussy.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, shifting underneath me so every inch of his hardness pressed against my core. He stilled. “Take me, my love.”

I brought his lips back to my nipples, more sensitive than usual from the pregnancy hormones. “Make it hurt,maître. Please.”

He worried my nipple with his teeth as I sank down onto him, taking him deeper with every roll of my hips until the pain of the stretch eclipsed the pleasure, and then morphed into bliss.

Valentin shuddered beneath me, but he didn’t move. Instead, he leaned back, his hands at his sides, and captured my gaze with his. “Je t’aime, Ana Maria Costa. Je suis à toi pour toujours.” I love you. I’m yours. Forever.

“Mine,” I snarled, lifting myself up and plunging back down, but it was too hard to sustain the rhythm with my injuries. I slowed, grinding my clit against his pelvis, but not getting the deep stroke I needed. “Help me,” I growled, and Valentin laughed, the fucker.

“Hold onto me,chérie,” he murmured. He gripped my hips again, then rapidly pumped up into me.

Pleasure blinded me, and I slammed my hands onto his shoulders, holding myself up as he fucked up from underneath.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Such a perfect slut for me, taking what you want and then asking for help when you need it.”

“Valentin,” I cried out.

“Taking what’s yours,” he continued. “I swear it. I love you,” he murmured into my neck as he bounced me on his cock, the pain of each movement blending with the unearthly pleasure until I couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the slide of his magnificent cock in and out of me.

Pressure built in my core. “Please,” I begged, needing more, needing something else.

Valentin moaned, his thighs shaking beneath me. “Chérie,” he gasped, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “I’m not going to last,” he said before fucking up into me once, twice, and then a third time, before crying out my name and filling me with his come.

“I can’t wait to fuck a baby into you,” he murmured as he painted my insides.

I had to tell him. In that moment, I made my decision. Luca loved me. Angelo loved me. Valentin loved me. And I loved the three of them with all my heart.

“You already have,” I whispered into his chest.

His eyes widened and his mouth parted in a soft “oh” of surprise. My indecision must have shown on my face, because he immediately pushed my hair out of my face so he could see my eyes.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“I’m pregnant,” I admitted, terrified of his reaction. A breeding kink was one thing, but an actual baby, on the way, that the four of us would somehow have to take care of?

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