Yours Suddenly

Chapter 18

Alexandra

When I wake, the first thing my eyes land on is his large form sitting in the armchair by the bed. Even though the room is half dark, moonlight spilling in through the windows and I haven't moved a muscle, he notices I'm awake.

“Baby.” Concerned. He stands, coming to sit by the edge of the bed. “Adrianne told me you have a headache and you came upstairs.” He places a warm hand on my forehead and I want to jerk away, but I'm frozen in place. “Say something to me.”

I open my mouth and it's dry. “I'm okay now,” I say, surprisingly evenly.

His shoulders relax. “Good.”

I sit up slowly. I feel groggy and achy like I ran a marathon before I slept. I stare at him. I want to pound my fist against his chest. I want to cry. I want to tell him I heard him.

But I don't.

Instead, I remove the straps of my dress from my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

He takes in a sharp breath. To anyone else, it would have been unnoticeable, especially in the half-gloom, but I am his wife.

I stand up and let the dress fall off entirely. My heart feels like it's going to explode, but I have to do this. I feel like if I don't, nothing will feel real.

He stands too and I push him gently into the armchair, his expression calm, almost bored, but alert, watchful.

“You need to rest,” he says, voice laced with lust.

“I’ve already rested,” I say.

His hands, warm and rough, rest lightly on my soft waist as I straddle him. I feel him harden beneath me, right over my core.

I let my lips hover over his, and we breathe each other in, cedarwood and rosemary and alcohol mixing to form a sweet, toxic aroma.

His hands begin to knead my waist, moving to my ass as I bring my lips down to his. My tongue plunges into his mouth, and he groans. He tastes like wine. Sweet with a hint of bitterness.

When we break the kiss, his mouth, hot and wet, moves to a breast, sucking gently. I want to burst into tears, but I hold it together, moan instead, throw my head back. He licks and bites, making deep sounds of appreciation like he’s eating a platter of tasty food...

Then he places a large hand on my chest, making me lean backward. My head hangs over the edge of his knees as he spreads my legs open and then pushes my groin up to his face. I cry out when he licks me, kisses me, relishes me, drinks me.

“You smell so good as always, baby,” he says. I feel like I'm gonna pass out from the pleasure, from the pain inside me, from the blood rushing to my head…

The orgasm rips through me and he places his hands on my back, bringing my face back up to him. He kisses me, deep and slow, as I shake and buck against him. My fingers fumble for his zipper. When his cock is free, I sink down on its impossible thickness, biting my lip as he groans, tears streaming down my face. I angle my face away from him so he doesn't see.

I bounce on him, fucking him, muffling my moans into my hand in case our guests hear us since some of them are still downstairs and I can faintly hear them.

“ Shit , you feel so good, you're so perfect.”

And his voice, his lies caressing my skin make me shatter into a million pieces. He groans into my chest as he releases inside me for the thousandth time. He's panting and I am too. A sob escapes me as the orgasms ripple mercilessly through my body.

“Baby?”

“I-I think I may be pregnant,” I breathe out.

His body freezes. “Are you sure?” He doesn’t sound all that surprised and neither am I, honestly, but there’s still a disbelieving happiness to his words.

“I don't know,” I say.

“Hey.” He holds me close. He stands up and takes us to the bed, cuddling me.

“I could be, I'm not sure,” I sniffle. “I have to check.”

He presses his lips to my forehead. “Do you want me to get you a pregnancy test right now?”

“In the morning. Let’s just sleep,” I say. “I'm… feeling very emotional right now.”

“Anything you want. Anything for you.”