I snarl fiercely letting him know I’m about to lose control of myself. He pulls my upper body close to him still holding my two hands in his one behind my back. The other arm embraces me closely, his lips are next to my temple, but his lower body is still barely touching me.
He inhales deeply. “Been waiting for this, Baby. You ready for me?” He almost purrs; the heat from his breath feels like a cool breeze against me. I’m fully shaking now like an addict longing for a fix; I can admit this is exactly how I imagine they feel.
Please, I whimper through our bond. Before the thought is finished, he surges inside me, and I scream and come immediately.
I imagined I’d find relief, but there is none. I rip my hands from his grasp and climb his big body; tears stream down my face as I try to find solace from the pain, pulling myself closer to him. My nails gouge into his biceps and shoulders as I reach for purchase. When my nails drag down his back, he shouts out as he finds his own release.
Then, the relief comes; my body sags as my inner walls spasm, milking him for every drop of seamen. I can finally breathe. I didn’t realize how badly I was going to crave him. My relief is short lived because as he turns us and carries my limp body to the bedroom, the fire in my lower belly is re-stoked. I’m mewling for more, and he’s still sheathed inside of me
“Greedy.” He pants into my neck as he licks over my throat and collar bones, sucking and nipping. My inner walls spasm around his huge cock, trying to pull him deeper and get more of his seed inside of me. “God, I love how badly you need me.” He grunts, pounding into me. “Gonna fill you up, Baby.” He does exactly that. Masen makes love to me in every way imaginable, and I take every caress and touch he has to offer then demand more.
In my desperation, I practically maul him. His wide back has tracks upon tracks from my nails, his neck is bloody from my bites, and I’m pretty sure from the sated but exhausted smile on his face he couldn’t have enjoyed it more when I was able to thank him for taking such good care of me.
It’s now almost thirty six hours later, and I finally feel more like myself without having Masen inside me. The short moments I’ve slept or rested, Masen has fed and cleaned us. Once, I woke while he was showering us both. He came three times before I let him finish rinsing us. I don’t know how he’s not dead or at least unconscious. Every time I needed him he was there; every time I slept, he stayed awake caring for me. If I didn’t already love him with every fiber of my being, I certainly would now.
Mickey knew what was happening the night of the party and has thankfully been enjoying my little ones at the beach for the past couple days. We will join them for the remainder of the vacation in a couple of days.
I rise from bed feeling refreshed and well sated. Looking at Masen’s beautiful face, I thank God we were able to find each other. I take my time showering, and when my soapy hand moves over my tummy, I wonder if we’ll have another set of twins.
Masen is still asleep as I dress and move to the kitchen silently to make him the best and biggest breakfast imaginable. I laugh as I think about how I can’t wait for him to wake up so I can show him how thankful I truly am. He walks in the kitchen as I’m giggling and wraps his arms around me, making me feel safe and protected. “What’s so funny?” He purrs into my ear. His voice is deep and gravelly from sleep.
“I was just thinking,” I answer dismissively. I turn in his embrace and look up to the same white blue eyes our son has and hope the next child growing in my belly has the same. “I love you so much,” I say, choked up on the emotions I feel in the moment.
He nuzzles my Mark and says, “I love you more.”
Albany lives in Michigan with her high school sweetheart and their four children. She spends most of her days slaying dragons and teaching rouge vampires not to bite, otherwise known as motherhood.
In her free time, she enjoys reading all the mushy romance she can get her hands on, and walking tight ropes while juggling clown heads.
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