Page 113 of A Touch of Fate

“You didn’t drink. That’s all that matters,” I said. I knew more battles would follow. Most of them would get easier over time, some not.

“Yeah,” he murmured in a low voice, leaning forward and pulling me closer. He brought my arm to his mouth and dragged his lips over the sensitive spot on my wrist. I bit my lip when the sensation traveled up my arm and through my entire body until the tingling settled between my legs.

“The only thing that really helps after a day like this is you,” he continued, his lips traveling higher and his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

Goose bumps erupted all over my body, and my nipples pebbled against the lace of my bra, becoming very apparent through my thin silk blouse. Samuel hummed, his eyes registering my body’s reaction to his touch. And I wasn’t the only one who was affected. A tent was slowly building in his pants.

Samuel grabbed me by the hips and hoisted me on his lap. His growing erection pressed against my butt in an unmistakable way. His lips returned to their discovery of my body, now stroking along my shoulder. He unbuttoned myblouse with steady fingers and slid it off my body, then hooked a finger in my bra strap and slowly pulled it down, laying one breast bare. My nipple was hard and lusting for attention, but Samuel’s lips dragged over my collarbone, and his fingertips simply stroked along my arm. My breast tightened even more, and the accompanying tugging between my legs made me shift so his cock pressed against the spot that ached for attention. “Samuel,” I whispered softly. “Touch me.”

Samuel’s lips brushed across my neck, but his hand cupped my naked breast, finally. I arched into the touch, and Samuel took one pebbled nipple between his fingers and twirled it gently. His skin rubbing along my sensitive nub sent a shiver down my body, and the skin of my breasts became almost painfully tight. Finally, his mouth reached mine, and I immediately kissed him. He growled against my mouth, and his fingers on my breast tugged my nipples a bit harder. Our tongues brushed, our pants mingling. I wrapped my arm around Samuel’s neck, bringing us closer. His hand left my breast and stroked along my bare belly, following the dip between my legs to the hem of my skirt. He inched it up, his fingertips raking along my inner thigh until they arrived at my pussy.

Samuel groaned when his fingertips brushed my soaked folds under my lace panties. “Your panties have to go.”

I smiled against his mouth, my cheeks becoming warm. “You say that every day so maybe I should stop wearing any.”

Samuel growled low in his throat. “While the thought is very tempting,” he rumbled against my neck, his finger rubbing my clit lightly. “I don’t want to risk anyone seeingmypussy.”

“Your pussy, hmm?”

“Only my pussy,” Samuel said as he rubbed me harder, making me moan deeply.

“Mm-hmm,” Samuel rasped as he slowly pushed his middle finger into me. I clung harder to him, panting against his cheek.I kissed it as he began to finger me leisurely. He used his other hand to hold my skirt up so he could see his finger sliding into me. It glistened with my arousal, and soon, his knuckles did too. I’d been so worried about not getting wet enough before I’d been with Samuel, but he always got me so aroused that that concern seemed ridiculous now.

He added another finger but kept up the slow rhythm, allowing me to savor the sensual stroking of my inner walls. He began to curl his fingers when they were deep inside me, brushing a spot that made me clench every time he touched it.

“More,” I gasped against his lips. Samuel pulled out his fingers, to my disappointment. He stood with me in his arms and put me in the armchair before he got out of his shirt, revealing his six-pack and a myriad of scars.

I dragged my eyes over his body, my mouth practically running dry when I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, then slowly pulled down his pants and briefs. His erection bobbed out, hard and glistening at the tip. I immediately leaned forward, grabbed it, and took it into my mouth.

Samuel hissed, grabbing my head. “God, Emma. While this feels like heaven, this isn’t what I had in mind right now.”

I pulled back, raising my eyebrows. “No?” A teasing smile pulled at my mouth.

Samuel groaned, stroking my head. He didn’t stop me when I sucked him into my mouth again and took care of him for a while. Eventually, he gently pushed me back. He picked me up again and settled back on the armchair. I gave him a curious look, wondering what he had in mind. We hadn’t tried me being on top yet, for obvious reasons. I couldn’t support myself with my legs, but I trusted Samuel. He’d know what to do and would make sure not to put me in an uncomfortable position. Samuel leaned back until I lay with my back against his stomach. He puthis feet down on the ground for leverage, then lined his cock up with my pussy and entered me by shifting his hips upward.

I moaned deeply as he filled me completely. This position didn’t allow as deep penetration as some others, but I loved being pressed up to Samuel, and it was more comfortable for me with my belly. Samuel hooked my legs over the armrest and wrapped his arms around me as he claimed me slowly.

I tilted my head to the side until our mouths found each other.

Before we had dinner, Samuel dumped the wine in the sink. I was proud of him for resisting despite being faced with temptation.

Later in bed, when I lay in his arms, I told him as much.

He kissed my temple. “It’s nothing.”

“But it is. It takes enormous strength. I’m really proud of you.”

My doctor pursed her lips. “Due to the nature of your injuries, you probably won’t feel labor pains the same way as someone without them does. You might feel them only one-sided or not at all, though I don’t think the latter will be the case.”

“But I will know when I’m in labor, right?”

“I’m sure you’ll feel something as you’re not a paraplegic. But there is still the option that your womb can’t produce contractions at all, which is why I’d recommend a C-section.”

I nodded, trying to assure myself that it would be fine. I didn’t want a C-section. I had endured so many surgeries in my life. I didn’t want to have to go through one again unless necessary. “And I will be able to push the baby out? To give birth naturally?”

“At this point, I can’t give you a definite answer. The risk of complications would definitely decrease if you opted for a C-section.”

“So you think it’s safer for the baby?”

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