DRAEGYN RUBBED VICTORIA’S BACK AS she lay on her side, stark naked, purring like a contented cat. Now that he’d agreed to come back to their bed, it was impossible to keep his hands off her so he didn’t even try. He worshipped the little woman with the protruding belly so much he was unable to hold back his desire for her. She was the sun, the moon, the stars, and everything in between. Without Victoria and her fearless love for him, he’d be beyond lost.
It almost killed him when she’d become upset at learning that he had to leave for a work assignment. He didn’t want to go, of course, but there really wasn’t any choice. If Majid really were in trouble, it would require the skills of a seasoned operative to handle the situation. If the little shit was just playing a game to get his royal father’s attention, Drae was just the person to intervene, considering what he knew from personal experience about father-son conflict.
“Can you lay on your back, honey?” he asked softly.
Victoria turned and smiled up at him with such love he wanted to weep from the beauty of her expression.
“You aren’t going to stop, are you?”
‘Fuck, no,” he chuckled. “Was just getting started.”
“Good,” she sniffed. “Put that small pillow under my back, okay?”
He quickly pushed the soft and squishy bolster pillow into the small of her back and adjusted it till she was comfortable. My God, he thought. Even eight months pregnant, she was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen. The pregnancy had made her breasts larger as they swelled in preparation for the moment when his son or daughter would need them for nourishment. Seeing them like this, swollen, with nipples puckered and pink was so beautiful he was speechless.
Victoria’s enormous belly was taut and firm as their baby grew inside her. There hadn’t been a day that passed since the moment Drae realized she was pregnant that he hadn’t marveled at what her body was doing. Protecting and nurturing his child. That the woman he loved was having his baby humbled him. He knew people saw him as an arrogant fucker on his best days. But when it came to this woman, he was on his knees at her feet, thanking God every minute of every day for giving him this chance to be the man he always wanted to be and have the family he secretly longed for.
Bending over, he nuzzled her face and pressed tiny kisses along her jawline stopping an inch from her sweet lips, asking, “Comfortable?”
Her answer came in the form of a mesmerizing, drugging kiss with plenty of tongue that spoke to his heart and senses louder than any words ever could.
“Close your eyes, my love,” Drae murmured.
He spread her arms wide then carefully parted her legs so he could crouch between them. From this position, he had total access to every inch of her. He proceeded to run his fingers gently up and down the soft skin on the insides of her arms, bringing a stifled giggle from his adorable wife.
She was ridiculously ticklish. He watched, fascinated as her nipples tightened while he continued caressing her arms. When her palms opened and flattened, he skimmed his fingers from her wrist to the ends of her fingers as she sighed contentedly.
Drae loved touching Victoria. God almighty, but her skin was unbearably soft. Spread out and open to him as she was, he couldn’t help but compare her to a virgin sacrifice, offering herself up to his lustful pleasures. Only she wasn’t a virgin, not with that belly proving otherwise, and his lustful desires had to take a backseat to her needs.
Placing his fingers together at her throat, he dragged them gently downward to the swell of her breasts. Then he separated his hands and ran them along the outside of her swollen mounds and down each side to her hips. She squirmed slightly, her nipples puckered even more, and he heard her moan softly. Perfection.
After doing that a few more times, Drae concentrated on her belly. Carefully, he stroked the taut skin. He loved her belly. Adored seeing the bump that represented the child they’d made together in a burst of wild passion. His only regret was that she’d been having such a hard time of it. Being pregnant wasn’t always a walk in the park, and for Victoria, it had become quite a challenge. Not for the first time since they’d learned she was carrying a big baby, he let guilt wash through him. She wanted a large family, but he wasn’t convinced it was worth it to put her through this ordeal again.
Overcome with emotion, Drae leaned over and kissed her tummy while his hands framed the rounded fullness. He whispered, “I love you,” to the baby then choked back a groan when he felt her small hand reach out and caress the back of his head. Kissing her belly again, he murmured, “And I love Mommy, too.”
Sitting back on his haunches between her spread thighs, he surveyed the beauty before him. He’d kept his briefs on when they’d gone to bed, fearful that his desire for Victoria would get out of hand. And judging by how hard and throbbing his dick was at this moment, it had been a smart move. Making love to her that way just wasn’t going to happen, he reminded himself. Rubbing his hand across his bulge, he looked up at her face and saw she had her eyes open and was watching him intently.
“I thought I told you to close your eyes,” he chastised gently.
“You did,” she answered. “But I can feel your need.” She moved an arm until her fingers touched where his hand had just been. He let her run those elegant fingers up and down his hard shaft a few times, then grabbed for her hand.
“Victoria,” he groaned. “Don’t. This is for you. Not me.”
“Yes, well…we’ll see about that,” she answered with a salacious purr.
Fuck. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Needing to distract her, he started tracing figure eights on the outside of her thighs down to her knees and then up again until her purr changed to a deep moan. Eventually, his fingers moved to the inside of her thighs where he did the same thing on the sensitive skin that quivered under his touch.
Spread open as she was, he picked up her scent and had to close his eyes for a second to regain control. Dammit. She smelled so fucking good. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he allowed himself a little taste. Since a hearty fucking was off the agenda, maybe he could satisfy them both another way.
If there was one thing Drae craved, besides the thousand other things he loved about his wife, it was eating her pussy. Victoria had a sweetness that called to his tongue constantly. She was like an addiction. When he parted her swollen lips and licked her, it was like a taste of heaven.
Decision made, he scooted back a bit to give him better access and started kissing her open thighs. The more he kissed, nipped, and licked her soft skin, the more her delicious smell teased his senses. Pressing his nose to her center, he inhaled deeply and groaned. Eau de Victoria—his favorite scent.
His heart double thumped when he heard her whimper his name, “Draegyn.” Yeah. She understood what was coming.
Drae knew that as pregnant as Victoria was, he’d need to consider the issue of angles. He swiftly repositioned her body with her feet on the edge of the bed so he could get on his knees. Shoving his hands under her ass, he lifted her slightly into his waiting mouth, which made her thighs fall open even further.
At first, he was so lust-drunk with desire all he could do was lick from back to front, over and over. Fuck, she tasted so sweet and was absolutely dripping wet. From the corner of his eyes he saw her hands clutch at anything she could cling to, grabbing a fistful of linen while a deep, husky groan left her throat. Her toes curled too, her feet digging into the mattress. He knew she wanted to undulate her hips so he did the honors for her, using his hands to rock her up and down while he feasted on her flesh. It was fucking glorious.
Tongue fucking her sweet pussy with abandon, Drae growled lustfully against her skin and lapped at her response. Before long, Victoria was panting heavily, and he knew she wasn’t going to last long. Flicking her clit and sucking on it between nibbles, he brought her rapidly to the edge.
“Come for me, honey,” he demanded with his mouth buried in her pussy. “I need to taste you.” With carefully applied skill, he teased her a bit longer until she was shaking and whimpering, then feasted on her swollen clit, sucking it between his lips as his tongue lashed at the delicate nub.
Victoria’s passionate cries as she shattered fed Draegyn’s soul. He actually felt her muscles contract, could feel it on his tongue as her orgasm exploded in his mouth. It was so sweet and so powerfully erotic that for a second his mind went blank.
To his utter astonishment, it was he who had a hard time coming back. His sexy little wife however had amazing powers of revival. Pulling on his arm, she somehow managed to wiggle enough sideways that she slid quite gracefully to the floor beside him.
He was struggling to stay one step ahead of her when she demanded that he stand up. So he did. Next thing he knew, she practically shredded his briefs, pushing them to the floor. Before his brain caught up, she’d fisted his powerful erection, squeezed for good measure, and then took him in her mouth so fast his legs nearly buckled.
Holy shit. Drae was in no way prepared for her to suck his cock with such frenzied abandon. It was mesmerizing, standing there, shaking like a leaf, watching as his pregnant nymph went to town on his throbbing staff. She was fucking insatiable—moaning and plunging her head until she’d taken most of him into her mouth. She kept going and when he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, he grunted with lusty satisfaction.
Drae reached for her swollen breasts and gently caressed them while she sucked on him. It took no time at all for him to feel a powerful climax start building. She knew it, too; he could tell by how greedily she doubled down on his cock—moaning like crazy and feasting on his flesh.
For a second, he was conflicted. Was it wrong that he was desperate to come in his pregnant wife’s mouth? Feel her tongue caress his cock and watch while she swallowed his essence? If her response was any indication, that was exactly what she wanted.
He groaned her name softly, questioning what was happening. “Victoria?”
She looked up at him with adoring eyes, his cock stretching her sweet, sweet lips. It was so carnal, so perfectly, perfectly erotic that he let the moment sweep him away. Throwing his head back as his neck arched with the tension of an epic release, he fisted a hand into her hair for an anchor and just let it happen. She sucked, he spurted. She moaned, he grunted. His hips jerked and she swallowed him whole as he came in her throat.
When it was over and he could think again, Drae melted when he looked down at his beautiful wife. He caught the smug look of intense satisfaction on her face as she licked her lips and used her fingers to swipe some stray saliva from the corners.
“Thank you,” she murmured with a sly smile. “May I have another?”
Jesus. He burst out laughing, scoped the naughty wench he was married to up from the floor and gently lay her back upon the bed. Crawling beside her, he pulled the covers over their naked bodies and cuddled her close. Whatever life threw at them, he knew they could handle it.
LACEY WAS FEELING A LITTLE bit like a spoiled and pampered princess by the time her hunky husband lifted her from the bath, dried her off and carried her gallantly to their bed. They’d had a glass or two of champagne after she’d assured Cameron that she had enough breast milk on hand to satisfy Dylan while she gave the alcohol a chance to leave her system. It had been a delicious treat, one she hadn’t indulged in since their honeymoon.
Relaxed and happy, she’d luxuriated in the attention he was showering her with, lying contented in his arms while he washed and massaged her entire body. The whole bath interlude had been sensual and deliciously sexy.
There was something powerful and deeply satisfying about having the man you love worship every inch of skin, caress and stimulate all those spots that he knew would make her purr. He wouldn’t let her return those caresses, telling her in lusty terms that this was for her. His way of thanking his woman for loving him and giving him the gift of a child.
Two flickering candles set in amber-colored hurricanes that gave the room a romantic glow lighted the bedroom. He’d thought of everything. Even had a tremendous bouquet of pink and white roses delivered that sat on a table by the fireplace and filled the air with their sweet fragrance.
After making sure she was comfortable, propped up by pillows gathered against the headboard, Cameron stepped back and just stared at her. It had been a long time since she’d felt comfortable enough to be naked and feel even slightly sexy with her handsome husband. Tonight, it just felt so right. The expression on his beautiful face told Lacey a thousand stories filled with love and adoration that she knew were mirrored in her eyes.
My God, but she loved this man. He’d changed her life. Given her a future she’d barely hoped to even dream about. By letting her love him and loving her fully in return, she’d found her place in the world. Now, with Dylan—they were a true family. Two lost, lonely kids without families and too messed up to think that happily ever after was an option had somehow found each other, and from that, their lives had been changed forever.
“I love you,” she told him.
He smiled and reached into the nightstand. Curious, she watched as he pulled a long velvet box out and approached the bed.
“I fucking hate the expression ‘push present’. It’s such a crude way of putting things,” he told her solemnly. “I’ve wanted to give you this every day since Dylan was born but the right moment never presented itself.”
Handing her the box, he sat upon the bed next to her and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I think this is the perfect moment, Ponytail.”
Awww. Lacey’s heart melted when he called her by the special title that was so much a part of who he was. From the moment they’d met, when she’d been a frightened, lost girl wearing hand-me-down thrift shop clothes and pulling her long blond hair into a tight ponytail, that was how he thought of her.
“Cameron,” she whispered as she clutched the velvet box to her chest. “You didn’t have to do this. You’ve already given me the greatest gift I could ever hope for.”
“Dylan?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered as a tear slipped down her cheek. “But even more than our beautiful son—the best gift of all has been your love.”
He reached out and ran a finger down the side of her face, wiping the tear away at the last. “You are more precious to me than you will ever know. Finding you, feeling the way you love me, has been the highlight of my life. Dylan is the product of that love. He is our gift to each other, my darling.”
Lacey put a hand on her husband’s neck and pulled his sexy mouth onto hers, telling him with her lips what her words were inadequate to convey.
“Open,” he murmured when he pulled away.
She didn’t rush. The occasion was too perfect to spoil with haste. Lacey wanted to remember this moment forever so she committed it all to memory. Cameron’s smile. The way his eyes told her of his love. How the velvet case felt in her hands. She even memorized how the flickering candlelight made shadows dance upon her naked flesh.
Slowly cracking open the lid, she gasped when she saw the necklace laid out along a bed of white velvet. A gold heart imbedded with a brilliant heart-shaped sapphire twinkled at her in the candlelight. It was so simple and yet so beautiful, that it stole her breath.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed as emotion clogged her throat. Looking at her husband with stunned eyes, she croaked, “Cameron,” and then shook her head in disbelief.
“Turn it over,” he told her.
With trembling fingers, Lacey flipped the heart and saw that he’d had the word ‘Beloved’ engraved on the back where it would rest against her skin. She couldn’t speak. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell like rain drops down her cheeks.
He took the box from her hands and removed the necklace. She leaned forward so he could drape it around her neck. As he secured the clasp, she fingered the heart lovingly and sniffled uncontrollably.
“My beloved,” he said in a voice breaking with emotion. “The big heart is you and the smaller sapphire heart is for Dylan. It’s his birthstone.”
That last broke her completely. With snot literally pouring out of her nose as the tears continued to fall, she muttered a pithy, “Shit,” then giggled when Cameron looked startled. She so rarely cursed that when she did it always got a reaction from him.
“I need a tissue,” she chuckled as she swiped desperately at her face, hoping to repair whatever damage her emotional response had caused.
Chuckling, he grabbed a whole box off the nightstand and handed it to her.
“Oh, I must look a mess now, “ she moaned as she grabbed a handful of tissues and tried to mop up.
“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “Happy tears on your face are the most beautiful thing in the world. Next to your pretty smile.”
Wiping away the tears and blowing her nose with an unladylike honk, she tossed the tissues away and growled, “That does it!” then launched full force into Cameron’s arms.
Pushing him onto his back, she leaped on him like he was a bucking bronco and started wildly kissing his face. Took him but a second to catch up and before she knew it, they were rolling on the bed, her limbs entwined with his, as a voracious, deep, wet kiss swept them away.
It had been so long since he’d made love to her that Lacey went a little crazy. She frantically dug her nails into his flesh, scoring his back as he pinned her to the mattress with the weight and size of his body while their tongues swirled and danced.
Cameron took her hands and pressed them on the bed up near her head with his palms flat against hers and their fingers intertwined. Kissing her face, he moved to her neck and paid special attention to that spot near her shoulder that he knew would have her whimpering and writhing uncontrollably in seconds.
Her core tightened unbearably and pulsed with need. She needed him inside her to ease the building ache. He’d grinned like an idiot at her in the bath discovering that her sex was completely bare. Having been shaved before Dylan’s birth, she decided rather wickedly, to keep the look for now. It felt sexy and decadent when she rubbed her naked mound against his manly cock and before she knew it, Lacey felt warmth flood her center.
“Now, Cameron,” she whimpered. “Can’t. Wait.” She told him between gasps as he kissed, licked, and nipped a line from her neck to her aching, heaving breasts while holding her hands tight.
He stopped and looked at her, lust and love shining equally in his eyes. All he had to do was shift his hips, just a little bit, and he’d be at her entrance. She didn’t wait for him to move. Taking the initiative, Lacey shimmied and wiggled until the plump head of his hardness teased her opening. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gloried in his moan when her movements caused his staff to become slick with her wetness.
They each reacted to the provocation. He eased back then slid into her while she canted her hips and took him deep. Their mutual groans filled the air. God, she’d missed him so much. Missed feeling him take her, knowing that he couldn’t hold back even though he tried.
“Is this okay?” he growled.
She understood his hesitation, but they’d waited long enough after Dylan’s birth, and she was more than ready.
Bucking into him, she gasped, “Yes, yes,” and ground against him when he held still. Her body clutched his where they were joined in frantic, fierce pulses that drove them both wild. Lacey shuddered, desperate for more.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait,” he moaned as his hips began flexing and his thrusts became more and more determined. It felt so damn good, the way he moved and how it made her body quiver.
“Now Cameron,” she cried in a husky, urgent voice. “Do it now!”
He stroked aggressively, sinking deep with each forward plunge then pulling almost all of the way out before thundering into her again and again. Lacey’s chin quivered and her back arched with each thrust. It was transcendent. She was made for him and he for her.
“My beloved,” he groaned. “Come for me, Ponytail. Come on my cock, baby.”
And she did. Whimpering softly and thrashing her head back and forth as he squeezed her fingers where their hands were connected, Lacey convulsed wildly as a flood of hot fluid anointed their bodies where they were joined.
Her body milked his staff so strongly that she moaned desperately, overcome with sensation. Cameron hammered away for a few more seconds then tensed and shook as an orgasm overtook him. Pumping frantically to the last, he emptied into her with a shuddering groan.
Lacey had never felt more complete in all her life.