deeply, feeling his entire body becoming galvanized by the raw pleasure exploding through him and into her. And just as it did, Lia collapsed beneath him. He instantly released her nape and gently gathered her into his arms afterward, holding her in place, taking her weight as she gasped, moaning his name, so weak she couldn’t stand or kneel on her own any longer. She had buckled into a heap beneath him and he embraced her, keeping her safe, keeping her well loved with his arms and his large body, his cock nestled within her, mating with her.
Weakness flooded Cav but he held strong for Lia. Slowly, he remained locked within her quivering body and brought her off her knees, guiding her to her left side. He curved around her damp, shaking form, her hands gripping his arms just below her breasts, cheek resting wearily against his shoulder where they laid their heads on the pillow.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he rasped, kissing her damp temple, the hair tickling him. She was sobbing and shaking. Cav understood that she wanted pregnancy so badly that her response came from happiness, not sorrow. He held and cradled her against the bulk of his body, which curved protectively around hers, kissing her gently, laving her exposed, damp neck with his tongue, feeling her react and wanting more of his touches and care. It was so easy to be tender with her, still fused with her. Cav wouldn’t take her again. At least, not right now. He knew the culmination of the new position, with the utterly mind-melting sensations it created, plus wanting him to impregnate her, had combined to avalanche through her. Lia needed time to assimilate it all. They had the rest of the night.
Eventually, her tears stopped and she lay quiet, her hands gripping his lower arms around her, holding her close to him. Cav continued to give her that feeling of safety that she still needed. Someday, Lia would work through the rest of her trauma and not need him as much in that particular way, but until then, he would shield her, love her, and give her that safe harbor to heal within. Moving his hand slowly from around her rib cage, he splayed out his fingers across her damp abdomen. His flesh was sun darkened against the pearlescence of her rounded belly. Beneath his palm lay that scar, but now, Cav hoped that Lia gave no thought to it at all. Instead, he hoped fervently that her focus, her heart, was on tonight, on them, on the wild, animal mating they’d just completed. And more than anything, he hoped that she was now pregnant with their child. A sense of such euphoria, of male pride and power, surged through Cav. He’d loved Lia with everything he had just now. He had been tender and gentle with her, wanting this time to be special, to be perfect, to allow her to cooperate fully so that this ancient mating ritual would gift them with a baby they both wanted.
CHAPTER 6
C av watched Lia sleep. He had awakened earlier as moonlight drizzled into the room, the beams highlighting her soft, peaceful-looking face. Her thick lashes lying against her cheeks, the way her perfectly shaped lips were parted, the trust she had in him as she lay curved against his body—it all made his heart swell with so much love, he nearly felt overwhelmed with the emotion. He had never loved. Until Lia. And she had somehow, miraculously, opened him up and pried him out of that dark, toxic place that he’d lived within.
Grazing her softly curled sable hair, which glinted with moonbeam-washed light, bringing out the crimson and gold highlights within the strands, he allowed his hand to drift down and slide protectively over her abdomen, watching her breasts barely rise and fall in her deep, healing slumber. He moved his hand tenderly across her belly, wanting her to be pregnant with his child. His child. When in his life had he ever thought in those parameters? He’d always been afraid of impregnating a woman for that very reason: if she got pregnant, he’d be responsible for
Weakness flooded Cav but he held strong for Lia. Slowly, he remained locked within her quivering body and brought her off her knees, guiding her to her left side. He curved around her damp, shaking form, her hands gripping his arms just below her breasts, cheek resting wearily against his shoulder where they laid their heads on the pillow.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he rasped, kissing her damp temple, the hair tickling him. She was sobbing and shaking. Cav understood that she wanted pregnancy so badly that her response came from happiness, not sorrow. He held and cradled her against the bulk of his body, which curved protectively around hers, kissing her gently, laving her exposed, damp neck with his tongue, feeling her react and wanting more of his touches and care. It was so easy to be tender with her, still fused with her. Cav wouldn’t take her again. At least, not right now. He knew the culmination of the new position, with the utterly mind-melting sensations it created, plus wanting him to impregnate her, had combined to avalanche through her. Lia needed time to assimilate it all. They had the rest of the night.
Eventually, her tears stopped and she lay quiet, her hands gripping his lower arms around her, holding her close to him. Cav continued to give her that feeling of safety that she still needed. Someday, Lia would work through the rest of her trauma and not need him as much in that particular way, but until then, he would shield her, love her, and give her that safe harbor to heal within. Moving his hand slowly from around her rib cage, he splayed out his fingers across her damp abdomen. His flesh was sun darkened against the pearlescence of her rounded belly. Beneath his palm lay that scar, but now, Cav hoped that Lia gave no thought to it at all. Instead, he hoped fervently that her focus, her heart, was on tonight, on them, on the wild, animal mating they’d just completed. And more than anything, he hoped that she was now pregnant with their child. A sense of such euphoria, of male pride and power, surged through Cav. He’d loved Lia with everything he had just now. He had been tender and gentle with her, wanting this time to be special, to be perfect, to allow her to cooperate fully so that this ancient mating ritual would gift them with a baby they both wanted.
CHAPTER 6
C av watched Lia sleep. He had awakened earlier as moonlight drizzled into the room, the beams highlighting her soft, peaceful-looking face. Her thick lashes lying against her cheeks, the way her perfectly shaped lips were parted, the trust she had in him as she lay curved against his body—it all made his heart swell with so much love, he nearly felt overwhelmed with the emotion. He had never loved. Until Lia. And she had somehow, miraculously, opened him up and pried him out of that dark, toxic place that he’d lived within.
Grazing her softly curled sable hair, which glinted with moonbeam-washed light, bringing out the crimson and gold highlights within the strands, he allowed his hand to drift down and slide protectively over her abdomen, watching her breasts barely rise and fall in her deep, healing slumber. He moved his hand tenderly across her belly, wanting her to be pregnant with his child. His child. When in his life had he ever thought in those parameters? He’d always been afraid of impregnating a woman for that very reason: if she got pregnant, he’d be responsible for
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