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Or he builds it up too hard and fast and pushes me into orgasm after orgasm, making me squirt.

Sometimes he just plain stops—sometimes in the middle of me coming—and fucks me. Ass, pussy, mouth, the flavor of choice I mostly leave up to him.

But I know his game.

The end of which is almost insanity followed by mind-blowing pleasure.

Tonight, he fucks me slowly with his fingers, this time building me up, my heart pounding, body tense, only to lead me off that cliff. Then he takes me back just before I can come.

Time after time, he does this until I’m sobbing, begging, pleading for sweet release.

And then when I can’t take any more, he comes up and slams into me, taking me hard and fast, his cock stretching me, going so deep I start to come in violent, pleasure-gouging spasms.

It doesn’t seem to end. And I’m lost, gone, mind wild.And when he knots, I scream. I can’t help it. He’s bigger, deeper, hitting all the special pleasure spots in me, like he’s made for that, made to fit. And together we fly over another edge and the waves pound us over and over again.

When we come back, I can’t move. I can barely get enough oxygen. His scent permeates me, and I just moan.

“Good, Princess. Such a good, sweet girl. For me. Just. The. Way. I. Like. It.”

Another spasm hits me at his words, and as he pulls out, I try to roll over. But he stops me, holding me there in place, those brown eyes warm, full of love. His dark, dirty-blond hair is a mess. “You’re a beast.”

He grins. “One who loves you.”

“Let me up so I can get to that script. I know you’ll punish me later.” But I’m smiling, too.

“Once. I threatened to spank you with a ruler once.”

A thrill ripples through me. “So you did…”

“Princess, you naughty girl. Fantasize about it all you want, but you wouldn’t like it. I wouldn’t like it. No welts for your perfect ass. If you want, I’ll spank you.”

“No!” Then I eye him with suspicion. “Are you distracting me because we both know your script needs work and you don’t like criticism?”

“Take that back. We both know it’s perfect.”

“It’s not perfect,” I say. “But it’s good.”

He laughs. “I know. But not as good as you. I do love you. So fucking much, Violet.”

“I love you, too.” But there’s more. Something I’ve been holding onto. A truth I’ve carried with me for days.

Even after all we’ve been through, after everything we’ve fought to hold onto, a part of me is terrified. Terrifiedthat this will bring back memories of what he lost. That the pain and fear of it will swallow him whole.

But I can’t keep it from him. I don’t want to.

“I have… something to show you.”

He shifts slightly, propping himself on one elbow to look at me. The concern in his eyes is immediate and his brows draw together. “What is it?”

I reach for the nightstand and open the small drawer. The test is right where I left it, the little white stick that had brought me both excitement and anxiety when those two pink lines appeared.

Now, I hold it between us.

His gaze drops to the test, and for a heartbeat, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, the words trembling as they leave me. “Stephan… We’re going to have a baby.”

Stephan blinks. His face is an unreadable mask, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s really moved on from his past after all. I brace myself, waiting for whatever comes next.

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