Page 32 of A Secret Baby By the Vampire King

"You're stunning," Dominick murmured.

"You still think so? Even though I've had a child?"

He searched her stomach and body for signs of imperfection from her pregnancy—and when looking carefully, he saw the tiniest, faded spiderweb of stretch marks across her stomach. Still, they only enhanced her in his eyes.

"No. You're even more beautiful than before. You gave me our son. What could be more precious than that?"

Before she could question him, he dipped his face low to kiss her again, and they both moaned with pleasure. Her lips tasted of sweet honey, mingling with the bitter spice of the wine they'd shared. The scent that lingered on her skin made him lightheaded, and he took a deep drag of her because if she was a drug, he wanted as much of her as he could take. His hands roamed her body, feeling her curves as if seeing them for the first time.

Rosalie trembled as Dominick's fingers traveled across the plane of her stomach until they were between her legs, his thumb brushing against her wet folds. She sighed, her hips turning up slightly to greet his touch.

Her clit throbbed between his fingers, and he pinched it tenderly while his other fingers explored a bit deeper. She rocked against his hand, her cries growing into a symphony of passion and desire.

"More," she gasped. Begged.

"Glad to oblige," he breathed, his fingers delving deeper into her folds. Dominick watched Rosalie's expression twist with pleasure when he slipped a single finger into her, lips contorting in a silent moan. Her eyes rolled back, and she released another sigh.

She was soaked as he pushed his palm against her clit, continuing to rub her in all the right places. While he worked her inner walls, which squeezed delightfully around his fingers, his erection grew stiff and relentless in his pants. He ground against her leg, desperate for that rough contact, just like she was desperate for the friction against his hand.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "I'm so close. More, Dom. More!"

Each moan and gasp of pleasure made her clench tighter, her cries becoming sharper and shorter until, finally, her head flew back against the pillows. She gushed into his hand. Her breaths were ragged. Before she even finished with her orgasm, she was reaching for the laces of his breeches, pulling his cock out with her trembling hands. He groaned at the touch of her smooth, hot skin and bucked his hips into her fist, letting her stroke his length.

He could wait no longer to have her again. He needed to be connected to her in every way possible, so he scooched back up onto the bed, positioning himself between Rosalie's legs. She continued to stroke his cock and guided him to her slick pussy, and he captured her mouth with his again. Every kiss was like a brief taste of a delectable dessert, and he was ready to take the entire treat for himself.

Finally, he nestled himself between the valley of her thighs and gently pushed into her opening. Her tightness enveloped him, and he groaned as he moved further inside her, her heat spreading open to fit him perfectly.

"God, Rose, you're so tight," he breathed. "You always feel so fucking amazing."

"You too," she gasped, bringing her hands around his neck to cup him closer. "I can never stop thinking about you ... about this ..."

Her eyes flutter closed.

"Really?"

He tilted his hips, pushing in deeper, earning an even louder moan from her. It was like she was trying to respond but couldn't. He smirked, taking pride in just how easy it was to make her mind turn to mush when he finally got her between the sheets. He began moving slowly at first, savoring each thrust and deepening their connection with each movement. His hands were braced on either side of Rosalie's head. Sweat formed along his forehead as they both started breathing heavier.

A ripple of pleasure moved through her body and ricocheted into his, and they moved as one, each thrust building on the eager momentum of their bodies. She felt delicate in his arms yet strong at the same time, a blend that made him want to hold onto her forever. To show her just how much she meant to him, even when words failed them both.

He couldn't imagine living without her anymore.

But did she feel the same?

Here, right now, her body sang for her longing. Of her need for him. Deep down, he knew it wasn't the same, but he needed to believe they could make it work. That if their bodies could drive each other wild like this, there was hope that Rosalie could still love him.

Because fuck, Dominick couldn't keep denying himself anymore. He loved Rosalie—not just the memory of her but the dream of what she could become. Buther, as she was now. She didn't need to become a vampire to be perfect.

She already was.

Part of him was still terrified that if she never decided to become one, that he would lose so much time with her. That he would have to find ways to make the best of every precious moment with her ... moments like these.

Dominick pushed forward with more force until they were both lost in their own blissful state of pleasure. Heat coiled and uncoiled in his stomach as he moved with an intensity that was almost too much for them both to bear, but it felt so amazing that neither one wanted it to stop. With each thrust, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and from the way Rosalie was trembling beneath him, he could tell she was getting close, too.

But Dominick didn't want this to end just yet.

"I ... I can't," Rosalie gasped. "I'm so close, I'm—"

Just when she was on the verge, Dominick pulled out and flipped her over, so her ass was in the air. He palmed her cheeks, spreading her open to look at her slick, pink folds.

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