Page 53 of Pregnant After One Forbidden Night

Another order.

At this one, her skin flamed, but again, she obeyed.

Spread before him, he continued to stare, eyes darkening. His tongue darted out from between his lips to moisten them, and she swallowed.

His face was shadowed—the expression on his face as he took her in that of a starving man staring at a feast.

“I am going to eat you all up, Jenna.”

It was a statement, a promise even, and she shuddered in anticipation.

He didn’t disappoint. Her hips bucked when his lips pressed against her intimate folds, the moan escaping high and musical. He smiled his devil smile against her—she felt it—and then she was lost to the expert manipulation of his tongue and lips until they were both drowning.

Recalling his erotic censure, she danced on the edge, holding herself back from crashing.

He rewarded her with greater temptation, hand replacing tongue, long fingers gently stroking as he repositioned his body over hers.

She could no more control the moans and whimpers that escaped her than she could resist the need in his eyes. But because he had not told her to, she somehow held herself on the line of oblivion.

When the hot, thick tip of him pressed at her entrance, trailed and teased along its crease before slightly pressing against her opening only to tease her by pulling back again, she whined.

It took her a moment to recognize the plaintive begging sounds as her own.

Above her, Sebastian was strained, his face a blend of pain and pleasure that she couldn’t look away from, both of them frozen for the moment by the strength of their passion.

And then he gave them both what they wanted, what they needed more than their next breath of air. He plunged into her, calling her name as he did, and she broke into a thousand pieces, pieces that she knew only he would ever be able to put back together again.

When she coalesced beside him, it came with what could almost be called peace.

The wave they’d been desperate to escape had come for them, and though they had truly settled nothing—only clouded things, in fact—and she did not know what awaited them, there was relief in finally being out to sea.

The darkness of the room did not press on Sebastian, nor was it filled with ominous recriminations, as he would have expected after having so thoroughly and utterly lost control.

Instead, it was an embrace, as intimate as the one in which he held Jenna, whose deep, even breathing told him she was sleeping.

Was this what his parents had felt, each time they’d fallen back into each other after yet another dramatic separation?

As much as the hard voice inside him wanted to insist that the answer was yes, that he needed to self-flagellate in order to atone, he could not believe it was.

He couldn’t associate his parents, chaotic and broken as they were, with the feeling of wholeness that surrounded him.

Again, Jenna had proven him wrong.

Even knowing he was only temporarily sated—that it was just a matter of time before he would want her again, and intensely—he knew he was no more likely to emulate his father than he had been before he’d succumbed.

If anything, he felt more committed to the future that he’d mapped out for the three of them. Having Jenna like this, sharing his home—he was absolutely certain this was what was best for their child, to belong to a healthy and complete whole.

Her compassion had led them through his fears. His reason would lead them through hers.

More confident than he had been in a long time that he would be able to persuade her toward accepting his vision for their future, he drifted off to a deep and dreamless sleep, a smile on his lips.

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