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This moment is always the best one. From deep inside me, our hearts beat in perfect timing. Soothing the tumult inside me. This is ours, Declan’s, and mine. He didn’t lie. We aren’t good. We’re amazing. We are the other’s destiny, and our story only ends when one or both of us are gone. We will last forever.

I believe in him. In us.

CHAPTER 26

Declan

My gorgeous wife snuggles into me after I turn off my alarm.

“Declan, stay in bed with me.” She murmurs into the skin of my neck.

Damn, she’s so fucking sexy. I love how greedy my good girl has been. As painful as the argument was, the months since have been heaven on earth. It’s been nearly every day, sometimes three or four times a day, she’s begged me to make love to her.

A small hand roams over my chest. Fucking hell, my cock is aching. But she knows the rules. I don’t touch her until she asks me to make love to her. In the beginning, I might have gotten carried away when she snuggled up into me on the couch. She loved the brand-new couch she picked out and would spend all day on it if she could.

I assumed every time she wanted me to hold her, she wanted to make love. It took a few times before I figured out that sometimes she simply wanted to be held. Annoyed at myself, we had to have another talk, and now she knows she needs to use her words.

“Please make love to me, dear husband.” She whispers into my mouth.

Thank fuck. Her kiss is so very needy. Shifting her is easy, even though she grumbles.

Our son is growing on a daily basis, and now I can’t take her in missionary without discomfort to her unless she’s on a half-dozen pillows or the edge of the bed. And I’m feeling like a lazy fucker today. If she were honest, she loves this position too—it’s the easiest way for me to fall asleep inside her. She just hates being limited.

I slide into her from behind, her back to my chest. Personally, this has grown to be my favorite way to have her. I love the way her body is open to me so that I can touch her and taste her freely. And I will never stop loving how I can leisurely fuck her in this position.

Her little whimper as I thrust all the way inside her slides down to my already tight balls. Our son is pissed. I can see her stomach move as he kicks inside her. It’s fascinating watching all the ways she’s changing and growing our child—and I wish it didn’t make my cock so damn hard. It felt wrong to love it so much. But I’m hoping like hell to keep her pregnant for many years to come—it makes me so hungry for her.

Cupping a breast, I suck adoringly. It’s definitely wrong to want this part of her all to myself. Definitely…but fuck I can’t help how hard it makes me. She had me laughing at how annoyed she was the nursing bras she bought for when he comes aren’t sexy. I tried reminding her they weren’t supposed to be.

Then she smarted off to me that she had no doubt I was going to see her in them and take them off her more than our son. And I almost got down on my knees in thanks for her.

My wife is needy this morning as she pushes back against me for more. I send my hand to her hip to keep her in place as I fuck into her. There those little moans are. I’m supposed to be teasing her. But in only minutes, I’m close to coming.

I slide my hand down to her weeping pussy and send my fingers deep inside her.

“Declan, oh god. Please.”

Damn it. She’s doing that thing she knows that drives me crazy—her tight cunny catching at my cock and squeezing until fireworks are exploding behind my eyelids. Fucking hell. I’m a savage fucking her hard, pounding deep into her.

When she comes, the way her cunny tightens and milks me for every drop has me nearly blacking the fuck out from a loss of air in my damn lungs.

The alarm goes off on my phone. It pulls me out of the waves I’ve been floating on with her. Shit.

“Love, we have to get up. Remember, it’s your doctor's appointment today.” I whisper into her ear.

She sighs. “The baby is fine. He kicked the hell out of me, and now he’s finally out again.”

“Miranda,” I warn her as I pull out. The witch clutches at me and moans her displeasure when I pinch her ass as I slip out of bed.

“No, it’s too cold out there. Let’s move to Hawaii.” She mumbles as she clutches the covers around her.

“Nope, from what I hear, the native people hate it when others do that. And we wouldn’t be able to take Aoife. She’ll never leave Chicago. No more of that lovely bread you love so much.”

Moaning, she turns over, her eyes a toasty brown. “Come back to bed, please.”

“I’ll let you sit on my cock while I wash you for your appointment. But if I have to come get you. You wash yourself.” I warn her as I go into the bathroom.

From her multiple curses, I know she’s getting out of bed on her own. I’ve had to be too firm and follow through on my punishments lately. She knows I’ll hold to it. The woman has been testing me when it comes to giving in to her cravings, panicking over how much weight she’s gained. Never mind, the increased inches have my cock growing hard. I loved her ass before, but now… Fucking hell, I almost embarrassed myself at the pub the other day just thinking of her ass.

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