“There’s something I must tell you first, Damian.”
“What is it?” he asked, looking concerned.
Gwendoline understood that expression. He had been trying his best to show her that he loved her. Every day, as he promised, he showed her how much not only with his words but also with his actions.
“We will soon be three, Damian.”
“What?”
“I’m with child.”
His initial blank expression showed his shock and disbelief. Then, his face broke into a wide, radiant smile.
“Are you certain?”
“I am. I’ve secretly consulted the physician. I wanted to be sure before I told you that you’re going to be a father.”
He embraced her then, as he would embrace their future. Their kisses became more urgent not because they knew things were going to end, but because of the passion that she had ignited within him. There was more he could give, just as she had more.
Damian carried her to their bed and spread her like a gift. And she was a gift. This time, she didn’t wait for him to undress her. She took off her nightgown even as she watched him strip naked.
“You’re already ready for me, Gwendoline. So wet,” he groaned in her ear as he gently eased into her.
“Yes, I am. Feel me around you, Damian.”
“Feel me inside you, Gwendoline,” he grunted, trying to go slow.
The easy strokes became faster and harder. He gave and she took. It was a dance where he could feel her everywhere. The pleasure built and built as he thrust harder. He couldn’t get enough.
When she cried out, he let go and yelled her name as he spilled his seed inside her.
“You are inside me, Damian,” she murmured as they lay in each other’s arms after making love. “I love you.”
“And I you, Duchess.”
The End?
