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"I love you," he says harshly as his body moves over my strung-out flesh, his cock insistent between my thighs. I stare into eyes that are stormy amid a twisted, torturous expression. “I fucking love you."

His words ring with truth and honesty, and I stare at him, noting that this is as nakedly vulnerable as he's ever been. His eyes are filled with pain too, pain from almost losing me. There's a plea in them as well, from a man who never begs.

"I love you," he says again. "Please let me love you."

The please is what does it. He wouldn't beg if he didn't mean it. I fall into his eyes and emotion chokes my throat as I finally accept what's staring me in the face.

He loves me.

"Yes," I cry out, giving myself over to the madness. I hear him cursing and driving into me as I plead and yell nonsense. I think I tell him I love him too amid the emotions building up but I’m not sure.

I do give up the secret of my heart when I stare into his eyes. Because despite all my misgivings, I can see a future of us together. I see us accepting and growing into a love, starting a family together. I see the potential of what we could be.

"I love you," I say as we both fall over the edge.

Later, in the silence that falls, I give him another secret that changes our lives forever.

“I’m pregnant." It comes out simply in an almost casual voice.

His hand pauses in stroking my hair. "What?"

"I'm pregnant," I look up to see his stunned expression. "Just found out today."

He says nothing for a long time.

And then he releases a shout of joy.

Chapter Twenty Two

Oliver

“Areyouserious?”Iinquire because I feel like I'm about to explode. I almost can’t believe it but I know that Delilah wouldn’t lie about something like this, especially not with that slightly worried look on her face.

“Yeah,” she says shily. “At least I think so. I only took one pregnancy test, but my period is late for about a week now.” She looks away. “You're the only one I’ve been with these last few months.”

My heart clenches with another feeling I realize to be a surge in possessiveness, a little like an animal claiming its mate.

Of course, I suspected I was the only man she'd slept with in some time, but I never asked about her love life. And I never even considered the child was anything other than mine. I was the one who had sex with her without protection, and as much as I would like to blame it on the temporary insanity that overtook us when we had sex the first time, I should have discussed it with her after the fact.

But I didn’t.

So, I knew this was a possibility.

But a part of me didn’t care.

No, it’s more than that.

A part of me, a very subconscious part of me that I never even acknowledged, must have wanted this to happen.

Because maybe I thought it was the only way to have her. Or maybe that I’d have a permanent tie to her.

And while it’s definitely a toxic realization, I can’t deny that I love the idea of her carrying my child. In some of my dreams, I’d married her and we’d had a few children. And it sends an overwhelming amount of joy at the thought that the dream could become a reality.

“Jesus.” I draw her against my body, holding her tight, and I finally identify the emotion swirling inside of me. Extreme, explosive joy.

“Are you ok?” she asks.

“Yes." My voice cracks, and I pull back and kiss her on the lips. “I'm perfect. And so are you. I love you so much.”

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