Chapter Nineteen
Romy
S oft kisses on my belly wake me from my restful slumber. When I see a shock of dark hair instead of red, I’m immediately relieved and run my fingers through the silky strands.
Seth is gone.
I’m with Caius now.
“What’s the baby’s name?” Caius asks, breath tickling my flesh.
“I haven’t named her yet.”
He kisses his way up my stomach, pushing the material of my T-shirt up as he goes. Feeling his possessive lips on me, erasing the horrors I’ve endured by the man he took me from, is exhilarating.
I feel like I know him on a deep level, and yet he’s also a complete mystery.
A surprise gift within the comforts that I know.
His mouth finds the underside of my breast and he licks the flesh, teasing me until I’m whimpering for him to do the other side too.
My belly is big, and my boobs are fuller than when I saw him last, but knowing it’s because his baby is inside me somehow makes it sexy. With how he’s worshipping my flesh, I’d say he agrees.
He kisses his way over to my nipple and sucks the hardened peak into his mouth. They’re sensitive lately, so his attention on the nerve endings there is dizzying.
When my milk comes in, will he want to taste me?
The thought of him sucking nutrients created for our child from my body is both thrilling and forbidden. I figure it’s best to leave those wild fantasies in the back of my mind.
“My mind is exhausted and utterly fucking confused,” he murmurs, moving to my other nipple, “but being with you like this, everything becomes clear.” He lifts his head to bore his dark eyes into me. “Like we were always supposed to get to this moment.”
He sucks on my other nipple, not nearly long enough, and then sits on his haunches to rip away his T-shirt. His smooth, tattooed skin is a visual delight in the late morning sunlight. If I could imagine a serene moment in heaven, it’d be something like this. Warm, loving, happy.
I reach my hand forward and ghost my fingertips over his abs. His lips curl into a half-smile when I tug on the waistband of his jeans. He helps me, and together we unfasten his belt and button. My heart races with anticipation when he pushes his jeans and boxers down, freeing his incredible cock.
His manscaping is impeccable. I never knew it was a turn-on until I had the exact opposite. Caius’s dark hair is trimmed neatly and his cock is thick, long, and beautiful, glistening at the tip with his pre-cum.
I lick my lips and groan.
A flash of darkness in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. He’s not exactly gentle as he rips off my shorts and underwear. I love the roughness of it—the absolute ferocity of his need for me. Since he’s done all the work thus far, I do my part and rid myself of my shirt.
“I feel like I know every freckle of your body,” he says, voice raspy as he parts my thighs. “It’s as if I’m being reunited with something I know on a level I can’t understand.”
They may have messed with our minds, but our bodies know this dance.
“Make love to me,” I plead. “I need you inside of me.”
He runs his thumb over my clit and shakes his head. “Not yet, love. I’m going to taste what I’ve been missing.”
His tongue on my clit makes me gasp in shock. The zing of pleasure that jolts through me makes me feel more alive than ever before. He makes quick work at licking the nerves there, rolling and flicking his tongue in ways that make me see stars.
I clench my thighs around his head, overcome with the sensations. After feeling no pleasure whatsoever for months and months, my body can hardly stand it.
“You’re going to come all over my face, Romy. We both deserve it for having to wait so long.” He runs his tongue along my opening, making it wet and messy as he has a sample there too. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
I squirm at his teasing, my fingers tugging at his hair, pushing and pulling and simply holding him still when I like what he’s doing. His hot breath and feral grunts against my pussy only add to the pure deliciousness of this moment. Tendrils of an orgasm curl deep inside my core, waiting to be unleashed to decimate me.
So close.
So, so close.
“You get so fucking juicy from my tongue being on you, don’t you, love?”
“Yes,” I rasp out. “Feels good.”
“As soon as you come, I’m going to let you ride my cock.” He nips at my clit, making me cry out. “I want to touch your belly and watch your tits jiggle as you bounce. You going to give that to me, hmm?”
His words are filthy and intense and just what I need to lose control. I seize up with my climax, whining out his name as I practically rip the hair from his head. Despite my abuse to his scalp, he hungrily devours my pussy like it’s his last meal and time is almost up. My tip over the edge of ecstasy is one that blackens my vision and makes my skin buzz. Thoughts of him and this ultimate blissfulness consume me, swirling around and around until I come down from the wild high he put me on.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he growls, crawling up my body. “Will I hurt the baby if I push all the way in?”
I smile at him. “No. Fuck me, Caius.”
His cock isn’t gentle at all as he pushes deep into me with one thrust. It’s almost painful but also cataclysmic in the best possible way. Before I can get used to the stretch of his impressive size, he rolls us on the bed until he’s beneath me. I place my palms on his sculpted chest and adjust my thighs. In this position, I feel like he’s deeper than anyone has ever been.
“This is the most incredible sight I’ve ever witnessed,” he utters, eyes hooded and simmering with heat. He bites on his bottom lip and groans, bucking his hips beneath me. “Ride me like you fucking missed me, love.”
I work my hips, rolling and lifting and dropping, all while I squeeze my interior muscles, hoping to draw immense pleasure out of him like he’s done me. He rubs my belly reverently, but then he loses control. His hand reaches up, grasps my neck, and pulls me closer to him as he sits up on his elbow. Our mouths meet for a fiery kiss that tastes like desperation and me. He somehow continues to fuck me from below me, which is impressive, to say the least. I do my part, grinding on him as well as someone this far along in her pregnancy can.
It’s all too much.
Wonderful.
Sexy as hell.
Intense.
His hand slides from my neck to my breast to my belly and then finally to my ass. With his fingers pressing into the jiggly flesh there, he pushes my body in a way that my clit is pressing against his groin. I’m drenched from my orgasm and am soaking us both, which makes for all this grinding to be successful. Stars of pleasure glitter my vision around Caius’s handsome face.
He makes a ragged sound like a man who’s about to come. The feral noise, that of an animalistic claim, is what does it for me. An explosion of pleasure detonates in my core and I let loose a cry of orgasmic defeat.
A snarl comes from him next and then a fountain of heat gushes inside my quivering body. I’m sweaty all over and shaking with bliss, unable to move as his cock drains its contents into me. By the end of our mutual sexual destruction, I’m beat and boneless. I’m vaguely aware of him gently pulling me off his cock and rolling me until I’m on my back.
“I’ll get you a shower started,” he says, kissing my nose. “Get cleaned up while I heat up your breakfast.”
“I thought you were my breakfast,” I tease, eyelids drooping sleepily.
“You can suck on it later, love. First, feed my baby.”
The possessive claim of his baby makes my heart stutter in my chest.
Have I finally found my happy ending?
This food is amazing. Now that I’m out of my sexual spell Caius put me under and am scarfing down the reheated food after my shower, I’m aware of exactly how hungry I was. I’m thankful not to be plagued with morning sickness today.
“Where’s Kaitlyn?” I ask as I lick bacon grease off my thumb.
I assume she’s fine. Caius wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Stormy brought her a swimsuit and pool toys. As soon as she saw the pool, she went bananas.”
He’s lying on his side across the foot of the bed, resting on his elbow as he watches me make a pig of myself. I’m sitting with my legs crossed and a plastic container resting on my belly as I eat. He’s wearing jeans again but no shirt, allowing me to stare at his muscular chest. I didn’t bother dressing at all because I feel like we’re not done for the day.
“Who’s Stormy?”
“Koyn’s brother, Copper, is with her. You’ll like her. Everyone’s nice around here.”
So far, the men I’ve met have been. I’m flooded with questions about how he came to be with them and why they helped us. I really would like to thank them personally. They rescued us from captivity.
You were once Caius’s captive too…
Even though I know this, it’s different. Yes, I remember being scared in the beginning, and they did some messed up crap to me, but we got past it. Me and Caius became a team, lovers, and so much more. Then we were separated, mindfucked, and forced to live in a world where the other didn’t exist. Now that we’re back together, all the attraction and chemistry we had for one another have been extrapolated. There’s also a thread connecting us forever because of the baby.
Somehow, apart, we fell madly in love.
It’s difficult to understand, much less explain.
All I know is I feel it deep in my chest cavity—a throbbing inside my heart that he is responsible for. If it’s ever taken away from me again, I’ll probably die.
“I made a mistake,” Caius says, tearing his gaze away from me and looking at my belly. “Dad was playing with me and I chose wrong for us.”
Guilt makes his face pinch and his body deflates.
“What mistake?” Now that I’ve polished off the entire container, I set it aside. “You can tell me.”
He rubs at his temple as if the memory gives him a migraine. “Dad told me to choose between you or Calista. I knew I could always find you—to come back for you later. But Calista…” He curses and then meets my eyes. “I’m sorry, Romy.”
“Come here.”
As if tied to me by an invisible tether, he moves toward me. I spread my legs and he rests his head on one of my thighs, his face near my naked pussy as he stares up at me. To comfort him, I stroke my fingers through his hair with one hand.
“You did what you had to do to find her.”
Except she’s not here, is she?
“I don’t have a sister,” he says sadly. “This whole time, I wanted to save her, and she was you. It doesn’t make sense.”
A memory of a sad boy with the same eyes as Caius materializes in my head. I was at the same facility as he was. The doll in my hand was named Calista. When breaking his mind, he confused the name of her for me.
“I was there because of what Vivienne did to me. She’s my birth mother.” I tremble at the truth of my life. He takes my hand and holds it, waiting for me to continue. “She ran from Dr. Huxley, my real father. Dad—er, Gideon—took her in. When he discovered her abusing me, he sent her away, took me to the very facility my father owned, and let him screw with my mind.”
“Our lives have been connected from the beginning,” Caius murmurs. “I’ve been trying to save you my entire life.”
“You saved me when it mattered most.”