Page 81 of Wickedly Yours

And she shattered, light spilling out of her—truly a star in her own right.

I was close behind, my instincts urging me to pour my seed inside of her, to fill her up till she was completelyfull of my cum. “Fuck.” I splayed my hand out over her stomach. “I want to see you swollen with our child.”

Her hips stilled like her entire body was frozen. “You, ah—what?”

“Shit.” I buried my head in between her breasts, nuzzling my nose against her soft, porcelain skin. “I know we haven’t talked about it, but… you do want children, right?”

We’d talked about it that first night, looking up at the stars. I knew she wanted to have kids, but I didn’t know if she wanted them withme.

“I do.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Do you?” Her words were soft.

“I’ll need an heir,” I choked out. But that wasn’t my answer, not really. “Before I met you, I’d never let myself even dream about this. About what our future might look like. I figured the likelihood of me having any kids was small.” I ran my hands up her back, a light touch that had her shuddering under it. “But I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like. To have a little girl who looks just like her mom.”

“Zain.” When I looked up into Luna’s eyes, they were filled with tears. “That’s?—”

“We can wait if you want. You can start on the herbal tea that some use to prevent pregnancy tomorrow if you’re not ready. But…”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be on anything. Besides, I think the time for that has passed.” Luna pressed a kiss over my heart. “So what are you waiting for, husband?”

Pulling out, I moved us till she was on her back, her head cushioned by the pillows. Before I could second guess it, I added another one under her, helping angle her hips.

My hand rested over her stomach. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me put a baby in you, Luna?”

“Yes.” She whimpered, nodding as I nudged her knees apart with mine before throwing one of her legs over my shoulder.

I plunged back inside, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried not to focus on how good it felt inside of her. How deep I was at this angle, like I’d found fucking paradise, and I didn’t want this to be over. Not yet.

Luna ran her fingers up my spine, distracting me. “Your wings… Can you summon them at will?”

“Yes,” I grunted the word as she squeezed around my length. “Why?”

“Let me see them,” she whispered. “Let me seeyou.”

“You…” My voice caught in my throat. I’d never bedded someone with them out, period.

They were a reminder of who I was—what I’d lost. Sometimes it was easier to wear the face of the asshole crown prince without them looking back at me. The son of the Demon King and the bride he’d stolen—a fallen angel.

Her face was filled with so much emotion that I couldn’t help but obey.

I let the magic ripple out of me, my dark wings unfurling from my shoulder blades as shadows spilled around me. They were as much a part of me as any of my physical features—the powers I’d inherited from my father.

Luna’s fingers ran over the feathers, her face completely mesmerized. “Gods.” Her tone was reverent. No one had ever touched me like this before, the underside of my wings extra sensitive.

“My name.” I rasped, thrustinghard.“You say my name when I’m fucking you.” My hair fell onto my forehead, sweat dotting my brow, but I couldn’t be bothered to stop to brush it off my face.

The feeling of her touching my wings, her expression, looking at me with so much tenderness… all of it made me shudder. But maybe it was justhertouch that lit me up inside, that brought me into the light like no one ever had before.

She gasped as I filled her to the hilt, the sound of our flesh and her cries the only thing you could hear in the room. “Zain.”

“I know, baby.Fuck.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, forcing me in deeper. I dipped my mouth down to her ear, capturing an earlobe with my teeth and tugging it. “Do you think you can come again?” The words were a rasp, but I needed it. Needed to feel her squeezing my cock, milking me for everything I was worth.

“I—” She shook her head, her breaths coming out in pants as she searched for words.It’s too much.

You can take it,I said against her mind.

The feeling of being connected to her like this, feeling the bond flowing through us—it was more than I could have ever asked for. I pushed all of those feelings through it. Did she feel our connection the way I did? I fucking hoped so.

Give it to me, Moonbeam.

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