Page 100 of Shattered Union

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Iclose the door to Gareth's bedroom. All three kids are fast asleep. They've had a long day. Not one of them batted an eyelid about being here with me tonight. They were happy children and I hope it continues. I'll do everything in my power to ensure that they are.

When I walk into our bedroom, I see Denis is already lying in bed, his back against the headboard, the sheets pulled up to his waist, showing off his toned torso that has a scattering of hairs over it. I love running my hands through it, scraping my nails against his skin. His eyes heat as he takes me in. God, just one look has butterflies swarming in my stomach and my heart racing.

"Come here,mo ghrá," his voice thick and gravelly.

I crawl onto the bed, my breasts heavy with pregnancy. Denis's eyes zero in on them as they practically pop out of my tank top. "Six weeks," I tell him with a smile. That's how long we have until the babies arrive. I'm booked in for a Caesarean section at thirty-six weeks. I'm excited to finally meet them.

He grins at me, his blue eyes sparkling. "I'm counting down the days," he says, making my heart melt.

I continue moving on the bed until I straddle him. My hands framing his face. "I love you, Denny, with every beat of my heart." My throat clogs up with emotion. God, when did I become such a wuss? "Thank you for giving me such a loving family."

His eyes darken with lust. He leans forward, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me flush against him. His lips collide with mine. I groan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth; I claw at his neck, pulling him closer to me, needing him. The feel of his dick hardening beneath me has me grinding against it, loving the friction it causes against my clit. I realise he's naked. His dick getting thicker with each movement I make.

I moan against his mouth and he reaches for the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head. My breasts spill free, bouncing as they do, heavy and painful. He strips off my shorts until I'm completely naked. Denis's hands cup at my boobs, pulling at the taut nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb. I release a groan as pleasure sparks throughout my body.

"God, Denny," I cry, grinding against him. "I need you," I whimper.

He flips us over, so he's looming over me. His eyes so bright and full of want. He leans down, his lips enclosing around my nipple. His mouth, hot and wet as he feasts on my breast, while his other hand skims down my body, over my bump, until it reaches its destination. He plays with my clit, he knows exactly what he's doing; he pushes me to the brink before pulling back, not once releasing my nipple.

"Please," I mewl at him, needing to come.

His fingers slide into my pussy, and I whimper. I'm so close. So fucking close. When his teeth graze against my nipple, I detonate, seeing stars. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my scream. I close my eyes and let the orgasm wash over me.

My eyes open when he slides into me. "God," I moan at his thickness. I always feel stretched, so full whenever Denis is inside of me.

His movements are slow and languid, it's fecking killing me to have him move so slowly. "Harder," I beg him.

He shakes his head. "No, baby," his voice thick with need, his eyes dark with lust.

I know he's going slowly because of the babies.

He needs to realise that just because I'm pregnant doesn't make me an invalid. I know just how to make him lose control. Wrapping my legs around his waist, my fingers clawing at the back of his neck, just like I know he loves. Lifting up, I press my mouth to his neck, my teeth nipping at his skin.

That does it, it makes the last piece of control snap. He withdraws from me and then slams back inside. I bite my lip to stop the moans from escaping.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Yes," I hiss when he thrusts deeply inside. "Let go," I tell him. "Come for me."

He thrusts once, twice, three times before he buries himself to the hilt inside of me and comes long and hard. Groaning as he does.

He pulls out of me and collapses onto his side; he drags me over to him and holds me close. "Fucking love you, Callie," he says gruffly. "I don't deserve you, but fuck, I'm keeping you."

I laugh. "You're kind of stuck with me now," I tell him, my hand splayed against my stomach.

"Marry me," he says, and I blink. Is he for real? "Marry me,mo ghrá."

I stare at the man who means the world to me, the man who's the love of my life. We've been through some hard times, but being with him makes it all worth it. "Yes," I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

His grin is cocky, but the kiss he gives me is soft, soul-searing, and toe-curling.

"You've made me a happy man, Callie."

I rest my head on his chest. "That's good," I tell him. "I've never felt happier."

I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat, the rhythm of it settles me and soon I fall asleep, knowing that our family is happy, as are we.

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