Page 78 of Sinful Embers

Her hands grip my shirt. "I was scared, Radomir. I thought—"

"I know," I murmur, cutting her off with another kiss. Slow, deep. "But you’re mine, Leigh. You always were. You always will be."

Tears spill down her cheeks. "I love you."

Something in me snaps. I lift her into my arms, carrying her to Sam’s spare bedroom. I don’t wait. I don’t hesitate. I strip her bare, my hands memorizing every inch of her skin, reassuring myself that she’s real, that she’s here.

She arches against me, her lips parting in a breathy gasp as I sink inside her, filling her completely.

"Radomir," she moans, her nails digging into my back.

"I’ve got you," I whisper, moving deep and slow. "I’m never letting you go again."

She clings to me, her body moving with mine, matching my rhythm, my need. When we finally shatter together, her name falls from my lips, a vow, a promise.

I hold her close, pressing kisses along her damp skin.

As the aftershocks fade, Leigh exhales shakily. "Radomir, I need to tell you something."

I already know. I saw the test Sabrina gave me.

I brush my lips against her temple. "You’re pregnant."

Her breath hitches. "You—"

I tilt her chin up, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. "I got your message."

Her eyes search mine, uncertainty flickering there. "Are you—"

I silence her with a kiss. "Happy? Fuck, printsessa, I’ve never been happier."

Her tears fall freely, and I kiss them away.

There’s so much to do, so much to fix. An empire to rebuild.

But that’s for tomorrow.

Tonight, I just hold my woman, my future, my everything.

And for the first time in a long damn time, I feel whole.

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