Page 208 of Destined Lovers

“It says, ‘Then I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.’ And that’s the truth, Declan.” I point to my heart. “You’re here to stay.”

He links our hands together and presses them over his tattoo. “Forever and always, mo ghrá síoraí.”

EPILOGUE

Seven Months Later

Nora

“It’s Sunday.Dance with me, angel.” I look up at Declan’s outstretched hand, waiting patiently for me to join him.

I’m lying in bed, and he has Etta James playing through the speakers while he cooks us a Sunday roast.

“I can’t move. I’m a big fat whale.” I cry.

“You’re perfect, Pip, and this is the last Sunday before the twins come. I want to have one more dance with my beautiful wife before we become a family of four.”

I smile. “Twins. It’s still crazy, after all these months, to say.”

“Aye, but exciting, nonetheless.”

We found out at our first appointment not only that we were having twins, but that I was further along than we thought.

Twins will be challenging, but luckily, we are blessed and have plenty of help, and since we want a large family, it will be a perfect jumpstart.

I reach my hand up, and Declan helps me, then turns my back to his chest, circling his muscular tattooed arms around my heavily pregnant belly. It’s the only way we can dance now, it’s different, yet I love it this way. His arms encased around me, his cheek pressed against mine. It’s perfect.

We sway silently to the music, and I turn my head to kiss Declan and catch a glimpse of his eyes.

Dark and dilated.

I know this look. It’s the… I want to bend you over and fuck you every which way look.

I know it well because I love the come fuck me look. I already feel my pulse quicken, and a small throb between my legs starts to pulse.

I wiggle my behind into his hard cock while he reaches down to wipe through my sex. My legs give out, and as always, Declan’s there to catch me.

He leans down and bites my ear. “How do you want it, babe?”

“Hands and knees,” I breathe.

“Mmm, sounds good to me,” he says as he strokes his cock, watching me maneuver myself.

What is it with men and pregnant women? He can’t get enough of me.

“I want it hard tonight,” I whine. “Please.” I grab at Declan in desperation. “I’m sick of soft, ‘I’m scared to hurt the babies crap.’”

“After the babies come—”

“You better. No holding back,” I quip.

“Never. I’ll never hold back.” He smirks and kisses my lips.

I know our “soft” is more like other people’s hard, but I don’t care. I want what we have back.

Oh, Shite. “Oh no.”

He freezes. “What’s wrong?”

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