Page 105 of Midnight Sanctuary

He slides two fingers inside me, forcing my legs apart. “And you will—once those babies are delivered safely and you’re out of the woods.”

It’s very hard to state my case when he keeps stroking my clit like that. It’s hard to say anything at all that isn’t just “more.”

“I um…ahh…stop!” I hiss, trying to sidle away from me. “You’re distracting me.”

“That’s the whole point,narushitel.”

“Shouldn’t we be taking it easy?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

He glares at me from between those extra-long lashes that I’d only noticed today. “‘Taking it easy’ is exactly why I’m getting you off with my fingers instead of my cock.”

He thrusts those fingers inside me on the word ‘cock’ and I let out a desperate moan. “Maybe we should make an exception today.”

He chuckles. “My needy littlekiska, if it were up to me, I would gladly fuck you in every damn position known to man. But for now—” He starts rubbing my clit in tight little circles and pressure builds low and hot in my belly. “—we have to be careful.”

“Fuck being care—oh,God!”

Just when I’m on the brink of orgasm, he pulls his fingers out. I feel the loss of him instantly, but I squeeze the handrails of the hospital bed until I remember how to speak again. “Did you change your mind?” I taunt breathlessly. “Is it my turn?”

He gives me a saucy grin. “Hardly.” Then he grabs me from under my knees and pulls me towards him until my pussy collides with his face. “Now, pipe down. I like silence when I eat.”

Before I can think of a clever response, his tongue passes over the swollen lips of my pussy and my eyes flutter shut. “Ohh…”

I shove a knuckle into my mouth to keep from screaming. We’re not at the mansion anymore; we’re in a hospital. With adjoining wards. Other patients. Doctors walking around with clipboards.

It’s not exactly the optimal setting for mind-blowing orgasms.

And yet that’s exactly what I have. Mind-blowing orgasms.Threeof them, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. As far as hospitalizations go, this one isn’t so bad. Certainly beats the last time I was in one of these death houses.

I’m a dripping mess by the time Uri moves back up and tucks me into the crook of his arm. I’ve just about managed to catch my breath and pull my clothing into place when we hear aknocking at the door.

Dr. Grigory walks in with two nurses in tow. I can guess where his head’s at: there’s safety in numbers.

“Good morning,” I chirp in a wobbly voice. I’m still feeling the aftereffects of multiple orgasms oozing through my veins like honey.

He gives me a forced smile and shoots a quick glance in Uri’s direction. “Let’s get you examined, shall we?”

Straight to business today, it seems. He conducts the exam in silence, both nurses hovering over him like sentinels. I keep waiting for him to tell us something good, clinging to the hope that something has changed overnight.

Please. Please. Please.

Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, I just ask the question outright. “Do you have good news for us?”

Dr. Grigory looks down at his clipboard and I know instinctively that’s a bad sign. If it were good news, he’d have just told it to us straight.

The doctor clears his throat. “I’m sorry, Alyssa. One baby’s vitals have dropped considerably. I doubt it will get any better without intervention. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to make a decision.”

I glance at Uri. His arms are crossed tight across his chest, his face stormy and brooding. “And our options are to operate now and deliver both babies or wait it out and hope?”

Dr. Grigory nods. “My medical recommendation? We go in now and deliver those babies by Cesarean. You’re close enough to thirty weeks that the weaker baby has a chance of survival. And the risk to you will be lower as well.”

“Okay,” Uri decides without so much as glancing my way. “Then let’s do it.”

“Wait!”

Both Uri and the doctor turn to me sharply. Dr. Grigory puts down his clipboard and gets to his feet. “Alyssa, you’re going to have to be on constant bed rest if you continue with this pregnancy. The slightest issue could cause premature labor or fetal distress.”

“But if I do, then the weaker baby will have the chance to grow a little more, get stronger. Right?”

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