A few years later.
I smile as I watch my husband throw our three-year-old daughter in the air. She squeals and giggles, happy as ever. Otello has my two-year-old son on his back, acting as if he is a horse, with another bright smile on his face.
It’s been a good life.
A great one, even.
My phone rings and I see Lilly calling me, but I’ll make a note to call her back later. She’ll be coming to visit soon, and I couldn’t be more excited.
I tuck my cell in my pocket and stare at my husband, thinking back to the time when we were almost without each other, and it’s a part of my life I wish never happened. =
“What are you looking at?” Dri hands off Isabella to her grandpa, a man I’ve grown closer with since learning so much about why my parents died.
He protected me, or tried to, and he deserves a second chance for that.
“Just you. This. Us. It makes me happy,” I say.
“How happy?” he whispers into my ear. “Because I want to fuck you. Hard and fast. I want you to scream my name.”
“I have to go prepare lunch for the kids first.” I hope he catches on. “I need help getting something from the pantry.”
He grumbles, snagging my wrist and dragging me through the kitchen, then kicks the door to his studio.
There are hundreds of paintings of us here, and it’s like being surrounded by love.
He flips me around and then presses my face against the door. Adrian fumbles with his belt, lowers his zipper and frees himself.
“I’ve wanted you all day. You’ve been driving me crazy in this little dress.” He lifts it to my waist and pushes my panties to the side. “This is going to be quick, Sweetness. Can you handle that?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Please, Dri. I need you.”
The blunt head of his cock pushes against my entrance and fills me, stretching me completely.
I moan when he slides out, only to punch his hips and forcefully drive his cock into me.
“So wet for me. So good. You love being used like this. Makes me crazy.”
I grip the door handle as he fucks me, needing something to hold onto. He yanks the straps of my dress down and palms my tit, groaning as he pinches my nipple.
“You’re going to give me another baby, aren’t you?” He punctuates his question with a hard thrust. “And then another, and another because there is no way I’m ever not filling you, Sweetness.”
I whimper, tossing my head back when he slaps my ass before gripping it to gain more control of our movements. He spears me over and over until I’m a loud, shouting mess.
“That’s it. Cry for me. Tell the entire world it’s only my cock that gets you like this. The only cock to get you like this.”
“Adrian…” I moan his name when I’m close.
He increases his pace, kissing the back of my neck. “Come for me, Sweetness. Let me feel what I do to you.”
And I shatter, my orgasm pulsing through me, wishing I could suck him in deeper. He groans next, his warmth spreading inside me, and he tries to bury it deeper every time he curls his hips. When we are done, he sags against me, trying to catch his breath.
“You already have what you want,” I say, lying my head against the door.
“What?”
“I’m already pregnant. I found out this morning.”
He growls, beginning a slow pace as he slides in and out.
“Again?” I gasp.
“Again. Again. And again. You know what it does to me to know you’re pregnant.”
I hope his want for me never fades.
This man, this life, it’s my dream.
Adrian isn’t my damnation, after all. He’s my salvation.
And he’s been saving me for far longer than I’ve been saving him.
