Page 32 of Bred By the Mercenary

I laugh at her cuteness, her enthusiasm.

“I’d move the earth, the sun, the moon for you, little dove.”

She kisses me, her arms around my neck.

“If you keep saying those things, I’m going to drag you back to our bungalow and ride you.”

I groan, my cock already responding, throbbing at the promise.

“It’s happening,” I say, already carrying her back through the water.

“Wait, not yet. I want to stay here a bit longer.” She splashes me, laughing.

“Fine, a bit more,” I say. “But then we’re going in because I’m going to keep breeding you, baby. I want you beautifully pregnant, for us to start a family. At least five or six kids.”

Her eyes shoot up. “Woah, hold your horses. That’s a lot. Let’s see how we go with one.”

I’m grinning at how delicious she is, loving the way she stares at me like she’s under a spell, as though I’m her world. That feeling is breathtaking.

There’s so much more I want to learn about her and her past, about what she loves, what makes her mad… everything. I want it all, and I know it’s going to take time, but I’m in this for the long haul.

Amelia has brought a light into my life that I never knew was missing. Here, in this beautiful, remote part of the world, away from the chaos and danger of our everyday lives, I realize how deeply I’ve fallen for her. She’s not just someone I need to protect—she’s become an integral part of my world.

We float there in the ocean, wrapped in each other’s arms, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away. It’s just us, the ocean, and the endless sky. It’s a moment of peace, of perfect contentment, and I vow to myself to make as many of these moments as possible for us. Amelia deserves the world, and I intend to give it to her, one beautiful, serene moment at a time.

EPILOGUE

AMELIA

6 Months Later

It’s midday, the sun high in the sky, casting a swarm glow over everything. I’m standing on the balcony of our penthouse, the door wide open to let in a gentle breeze that offers a coolness. The air conditioner makes me too cold, and right now, I am loving the warmer weather.

As I gaze out over the city of Seattle, lost in thought, I feel a sudden kick in my stomach. Instinctively, I coo, looking down at my significantly swollen belly, my hand already moving to rub the spot where I found movement.

“Hey there, little one,” I murmur, smiling at the sensation. It’s still such a surreal feeling, knowing there’s a new life growing inside me. The kicks are becoming more frequent now, each one a reminder of how close Daxton and I are to meeting our baby girl. We both wanted to know the gender, and I love her to bits already. Daxton has started booking designers for the baby’s room and is already calling her his little princess. We’re smitten, and we have yet to meet her.

The light breeze ruffles the transparent dress I’m wearing. The fabric is soft and thin and feels so comfortable. It’s also a gift from Daxton, who loves me wearing it… with nothing underneath.

Speaking of which, the door unlocks, and I smile when I see him enter our home.

“I’m home, my two gorgeous girls.”

He walks in with two boxes of donuts and a bagful of takeout. I’ve had the worst craving for Chinese and donuts, the ones with the pink frosting especially. His gaze is all over me, slinking up and down my body, his face lighting up. My gaze follows the food he places on the dining table, then he comes to me so fast, I barely get a chance to approach the food.

“My little dove… I love you in this dress, but we said no underwear.” He winks at me.

I grin at him. “You weren’t home, so it felt like a waste.”

“I’ll fix that. You have no idea how gorgeous you are. I want to see you naked. I want to follow the curves of your beautiful full breasts, your pretty belly, and I want to see your little pussy, ready and waiting for me.”

“For easy access, more like it,” I tease him.

He already has his hand under my dress, tugging my panties off. Then he’s kneeling in front of me, pushing the dress up as he pushes his face right where I’m burning up. I barely have a chance to step out of my panties before his tongue is lapping at my pussy. Moans spill past my throat. He’s been insatiable ever since I’ve started showing a baby bump, constantly horny. I can’t complain because my libido has gone through the roof. We’re like rabbits, fucking constantly.

“You’re so sweet, little dove.” He gets up and lifts me into his arms, starting to carry me to the couch.

“Donut,” I say, feeling starved but also tingling with the arousal he’s ignited.

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