Page 80 of The Champion
“Pregnant.” I stood naked, wet, and vulnerable in front of him, hoping that he wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Is it mine?” The second Victor said it, he gave a small shake of his head. “Sorry, knowing you, of course, it’s mine.”
“It’s a hundred percent our child.”
With his gaze fixed on my stomach, Victor reached out and placed both hands around my navel. “Our child.”
“I would have told you, but… you know.”
Sucking in his lower lip, he stood silent for a moment. I gave him time to digest the news.
“It crossed my mind many times. I wondered if there was a chance that you might be pregnant and whether I would get a chance to see our child.”
Caressing his face, I spoke with deep sympathy. “It must have been difficult for you not to know what was going on.”
In a resolute movement, Victor bent down and picked me up to put me on his hips. “We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I want to do what I’ve been dreaming of for the past four months.” He ended his sentence by sliding inside me.
We both reacted strongly, moaning and closing our eyes. The instant sense of that deep connection I had missed made me tear up. “I don’t want to be apart from you again.”
“I feel the same way.” Moving in and out of me in slow motions, Victor made sounds of deep pleasure. “There’s no one like you, Freya. No one!”
With my back against the wall of the shower and my legs wrapped around Victor’s hips, I leaned my neck back and moaned out his name.
The sex didn’t last long because he was so fired up that he came inside me after a few minutes.
“I’m sorry, my love. It’s been too long, and I couldn’t control myself. We’ll continue in your bed and then I promise to make you come.”
I hardly listened to his apologies because I was stuck on how naturally he had called me his love.
“I love you, Victor,” I said and looked deep into his eyes.
He didn’t even hesitate before he said it back to me. “I love you too, Freya.”
“What happened? You used to struggle to say those words.”
“That was before I had four months to think about how lucky I am. I have no problem with the whole world knowing that I’m the luckiest person in the world.”
Victor and I laughed when the drier function in the shower made our hair blow in all directions. He leaned down and suckled on my nipples while playing with my breasts.
“You like that they’re bigger now, huh?” I asked while my fingers ran through his thick brown hair.
“I fucking love your breasts.”
“You’ve been in the Northlands for half an hour and you’re already swearing,” I remarked.
He didn’t reply but picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bed.
The next hours felt like we were in an altered state of reality. It was late but I felt no hunger or thirst. All I wanted and needed was Victor on top, under, around, and inside me. We were revisiting our favorite positions and making love as if the laws of physics didn’t apply to us. In our bubble of love there was no time to be tired, sore, or hungry. We fed on each other and got energized from touching, kissing, biting, and licking each other’s skin.
Finally, after three rounds of incredible sex, Victor lay with his head on my hip and a tangled-up bed sheet covering a fraction of his naked body.
“Oh, wow, it’s close to eleven. You must be starving.”
Victor shrugged. “I could eat.”
With the kitchen closed at this hour, it was a good thing that I had asked the chefs to prepare a tray with delicious finger food for Victor and me. A home-bot delivered it to my door.
We didn’t dress but ate the food naked in bed with the sheets to cover us.
