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My belly protrudes, and I giggle, nervousness playing in the sound.

“Spread your legs,” Lagos’ dark demand curls inside me like a coiling snake. He gets on all-fours over me, prowling down, skating his lips across my skin. He lingers over his unborn child, rubbing his face over the warm, swollen mound. “Mine.” Then he drops lower. “I’m going to need to eat my little flower out.”

ChapterForty-Eight

Dahlia

Four months later

My legs are caught between his, my body covered entirely, as he brackets me with his arms, thrusting into me from behind.

I squeeze my eyes shut and tense up to stop from yelping at the shock of his body pounding into mine.

I understand hismoodsnow.

After four months alone in the farmhouse with a savage Xin De male, a Shadow and assassin, I am becoming accustomed to his insatiable needs.

Still sore from first-light, his relentless friction inside me aches. The mellow pain is agonising and addictive. With each inward thrust, I fist the sheets, but then he draws out, and I moan for him to return.

I let him take me.

His body radiates heat.

Arms and legs tensing.

Just before first-light, after I finished breastfeeding our baby girl and checking in on Spero, Lagos made love to me slowly, teased my nipples until they wept with milk and touched me everywhere.

He can be gentle, soft, tracing fingers, and easy caresses.

But he is alsothis—a brutal lover, obsessive, taking and taking my body, filling me and using me.

I gasp into the pillow as my smaller body jerks on the soft mattress, my breasts filling with milk, tingling from the friction.

He doesn’t pull out completely, his huge figure covering me, thighs and forearms walls of muscles boxing me in.

A low groan comes from his chest, rumbling against my sensitive spine. “Such a good girl for your Shadow. You love the way I use you. The way I need you. The way I need to feel your insides.”

I whimper as his hips become demanding, motion somehow faster, harder, and I don’t have time to adjust or?—

I moan long and hard. Heat spreads from my head to my toes, culminating where he enters me.

And I come apart, moaning wildly, clawing at the sheets, but that doesn’t slow him down. He merely growls his approval, his hot, dark breath rushing down on me.

Orgasm after orgasm is wrested from me and then absorbed by his thick, unyielding dick.

I run out of air, panting into the pillow. I feel dizzy. “Oh, Lagos… Please.”

“I love you.” His fingers slide over mine, feeding through the gaps. He squeezes. “You’re doing so well. My pure little flower, still trembling for me. Still unsure of what is to come. Or what I am capable of. Tell me you love me.”

“I love you so much.”

Grunting, he finishes inside me, still thrusting slowly, still so deep. Rough breaths. Deep groans. Long rumbling sigh…

“I want more,” he says.

“I need a few hours, brute.”

“No.” He untangles our hands and slides his between me and the mattress. Cradling my soft lower belly, he says, “Your womb is empty, little flower. I’m going to fill it again.”

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