Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I nod. “I do. Of course I do.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
The knife makes its way down my legs to my ankles, then drags across the tip of each foot, until he’s drawn a trail map across my entire body. He hasn’t drawn blood, though, and that’s where the trust comes in.
“I need to taste you, Violet,” he whispers.
My mouth’s so dry, I can only nod. My hips arch with the first feel of his tongue doing wicked, perfect things to me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh, please. Oh God, just like that.”
He laps and sucks and plunges his tongue in my core, until I’m nearly weeping with the need to come. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Come, baby. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. Come on my mouth.”
Light explodes behind my eyes, a sparkle of stars showering my vision when I’m enveloped in perfect ecstasy.
He groans, milking my orgasm, until I slump over the table.
He makes quick work of undressing, taking his position behind me, and when I feel his cock at my entrance, I moan and whimper a little. “Yes. Yes, please, just like that.”
He plunges into me with one firm thrust, and my world shatters and rocks, ecstasy filling every cell as he works a perfect rhythm until we both scream our pleasure in the soundproof room.
I’m slumped over the table, riding the waves of bliss, his body pressed up against mine. I love this man so much.
“Oh, good. Now I can tell you.”
He pulls out and cleans me off. He’s got a little kit he keeps here for this very purpose, filled with all sorts of kinky accoutrements. Our little goody box.
“Tell me what.”
“I was afraid if I told you before, you wouldn’t fuck me, and I really needed to be fucked.”
“Violet…”
There’s my name in my favorite voice. I grin.
“The doctor would tell you it’s perfectly fine, though.”
“Violet, I swear to God if you don’t tell me what the fuck—”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.
“You’re… pregnant.” He repeats it like I’ve just spoken in a foreign language, so to tease him, I do. “Ich bin schwanger,” I say with a nod. I look over my shoulder at him. “And that doesn’t mean we can’t get kinky or have sex.”
“You’re… pregnant,” he repeats again.
I nod.
“When?” he says. His voice is hoarse. It’s so rare that he gets emotional on me, that my own eyes blur.
“In the fall. I’m due right around the end of September.”
“A baby,” he says, then he breaks out in a grin that reaches all the way to his eyes. “A baby! Holy shit. Oh my God. I’m gonna be a daddy!”
He looks almost boyish when he grins like that. I’m laughing and crying when he hugs me and calls Skylar. “We’re having a baby! Did she tell you? We’re having a baby, Sky.”
Then he calls Joe, and Claude, and Alma, and before lunchtime, he’s got a huge celebration planned for tonight with my favorite foods from Sushi and Sake.
When everyone’s gone to bed, and the food’s all put away, I lay on his chest and sigh.
“Today was perfect, Cain. There aren’t that many things that are perfect, but today was.”
“You’re right. Nothing’s perfect, Violet. But there are moments that are.” He kisses my fingertips then places them on his heart. “Moments like this.”