The pleasure built in waves, cresting higher and higher until I shattered beneath him. My orgasm tore through me, fierce and all-consuming, my cries muffled only by the need to keep our sleeping child undisturbed. My thighs trembled against his head as he held me there, his tongue still working me gently, drawing out every last shudder and whimper.
Before I could catch my breath, I tugged him upward, my hands fisting in his damp hair, dragging his mouth to mine. I tasted myself on his lips as I kissed him with feral desperation, biting at his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth until he groaned, deep and guttural.
“Inside me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. Roman positioned himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, stretching. He slid into me with one slow, deliberate thrust, filling me completely and making me cry out in pure, unbridled ecstasy.
“God, you feel perfect,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my entire body.
He moved inside me, his rhythm slow at first, deep, agonizingly thorough, until my hips bucked against his, demanding more. And then he gave it to me. His thrusts turned fierce, desperate, each one harder and faster, hitting that spot inside me that made me scream his name like a prayer.
My nails dug into his back, raking down his skin, and he groaned in response, his head dipping to claim my mouth in a kiss so raw, so consuming, it left me breathless. His teeth grazed my neck and my collarbone before his lips found my nipple, biting and suckling in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
The room was filled with the sounds of us—our moans, our gasps, the slap of his hips against mine, the wet, sinful noise of him driving into me again and again.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice ragged, his eyes blazing as they locked onto mine. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out, my body tightening around him as another orgasm built within me, threatening to consume me whole. “Always yours.”
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into me one last time, his release triggering my own. I shattered beneath him, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me, pulling me under, leaving me gasping, trembling, and utterly spent.
Roman collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, his body still warm and slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his lips brushing against my temple in a soft, reverent kiss.
There was only us for a moment—our bodies still tangled, the outside world forgotten, and the storm of passion between us finally calmed. But as I lay there, wrapped in his warmth, the weight of our reality began to creep back in, cold and unforgiving.
“Roman,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, “what if the Timehunters find us? What if they take our baby?”
My fingers traced invisible patterns across his sweat-slicked chest the repetitive motion a futile attempt to calm the storm brewing within me. His steady presence grounded me, but even that couldn’t stop the chaos in my mind. My anxiety surged, my thoughts racing faster than the heartbeat pounding in my chest.
“These dreams,” I murmured, my voice trembling under the weight of unspoken fears. “They keep haunting me. I can’t shake the feeling that something is holding me back, blocking me, keeping me from remembering.”
The memories of my past—the ones that were supposedly the key to my destiny—hovered just out of reach like a foggy mist obscuring the truth. Frustration and fear warred within me, leaving a hollow ache in their wake.
“It’s fear. You’re afraid,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead, his touch warm and reassuring.
“What could I be afraid of?” I asked, though deep down, my heart whispered the answer before the words left my lips. “I think… I think it’s because I had a relationship with Malik, and maybe—just maybe—I had a connection to Balthazar that wasn’t based on fear or mistrust. What if I find out my destiny is bigger than me? Too big to handle?”
Before he could reply, a small whimper cut through the room, breaking the tension. Luna’s tiny fists flailed in the air, her face scrunched in the early signs of hunger. Her cry, though soft, was insistent, a reminder of the life we were fighting for.
I rose and scooped her up, cradling her against me as she latched on eagerly, her soft suckling the only sound in the quiet night. Roman watched us, his lips curving into a playful pout.
“You know,” he said with mock grievance, “I am quite jealous of Luna. She gets to nurse all the time from your lovely breasts.”
A laugh bubbled up from within me, breaking through the heaviness that had settled over my chest.
“Luna will share,” I teased, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. The lightness in our exchange was a small reprieve, a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of our lives.
As Luna’s eyelids fluttered closed once more, leaving her sated and content in my arms, I met Roman’s gaze. In his eyes, I found not just love but an unwavering resolve that steadied my trembling spirit.
“We will get through this together,” he said, his voice low but filled with determination. His words wrapped around me like a protective shield, each syllable a vow.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing softly against my neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses that sent shivers down my spine.
“No matter what obstacles come our way, I will always be by your side, protecting you and our daughter,” he murmured. “Together, we’ll face whatever challenges arise. And together, we’ll overcome them.”
As his words settled over me, the edges of my fear began to soften, melting into a deep sense of security and love. For a fleeting moment, the heavy weight of uncertainty lightened, and I allowed myself to lean into the comfort he offered, taking whatever reprieve I could find.
Yet, beneath the warmth of his assurances, I could feel the looming presence of the trials ahead. The challenges waiting for us grew more daunting with each passing moment, like invisible barriers tightening their hold. Fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve, but I clung to the determination that flickered within me, bracing myself for the road yet to come.
