Page 111 of Brighter Than Gold

Reyah’s insides had grown tight and vise-like around my cock and I could tell she was close. It was too good, too hot, and wet, and violent, and I felt the pressure build right up to the edge when suddenly Reyah’s whole body seized deliciously under me. I gripped her waist tightly as I shot my release into her.

I saw stars, maybe from the ecstasy or maybe from the ragged exertion, but it only helped to amplify the sheer bliss that was now coursing through me, over and over again.

I looked down at Reyah, her chest still heaving and her eyes just starting to flutter. Each lazy pulse of my cock shocked her with a little tremor, and we waited them out together as our bodies cooled.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered.

“How did you get in?” she asked as her fingers traced the lines of my face.

“Briar. You didn’t…”

Reyah shook her head. “I haven’t uttered a word to anyone.”

“Then she must have guessed.”

“Shit…”

“There will be time to worry later, let me enjoy you now, Princess.”

I pulled myself up beside her and froze. Reyah stared up at me, then down to where my eyes were fixated. She put a hand over her tiny burgeoning belly.

“Does it upset you, seeing this?”

“Upset me? Reyah, how could I ever be upset by seeing you grow full with a beautiful child?”

“Because… the baby is his.”

“The baby is yours.”

She looked up at me and smiled.

“I told you this weeks ago, but you’re never going to scare me off. I adore everything about you. And whatever tiny shred of yourself you’re willing to share with me, I will cherish. I love you, Reyah.”

Her throat bobbed as her eyes went glassy. “I love you too,” she whispered.

I pulled her against me tightly.

“It’s getting more difficult,” she said quietly into my chest. “It’s getting more difficult to pretend to love him.”

It hurt me to hear her say it. Some feral part of my brain wanted to feel pleased that she couldn’t love him, but the reality was, that my heart ached if hers did.

“I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better, Princess.”

“Does it—does it bother you knowing I’m with him?”

“That you’re sleeping with him?” I clarified. She swallowed and nodded. “No. Honestly it doesn’t.” I took a breath. “I’m jealous of all the little things. I’m jealous that he gets to see you first thing in the morning, when your eyes are swollen from a good night’s rest. Or the way you curse under your breath when you’re brushing out your hair after a bath, or the way you dry your palms on the back of your dress when you get nervous.” Reyah looked up at me, a little perplexed.

“Those are the things you’re jealous of?”

“Those are the perfectly unique things that I love about you.” I swept my thumb over her rosy lips. “Have you never been in love before, Reyah?”

“I thought I was, once. But not like this. This is…more.”

“I agree. This is more.”

“Have you been in love before?” she asked, settling deeper into my arms.

“Yes, once.”

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