Chapter 23
KON
My heart soars, a bird taking flight and being swept upwards by a warm current.
Taylor is pregnant? My grip tightens on her hair and I must look out of control, as her eyes go wide. Every possessive and protective instinct in me has been triggered. I crush her to me, pushing her up against the closed door, and get my mouth on hers.
I want her so close, I’m bursting with love for her, and relief.
There’s no question that she’s mine now, and I have no idea how the pregnancy happened, but apparently my body is smarter than I give it credit for. First time in my life I didn’t glove up and first time I’ve had sex in almost a decade, and it understood the assignment.
Somehow, I got Taylor pregnant. A miracle.
I lift her off her feet and urge her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist, and she does. It’s so natural.
“Kon! You can’t squeeze me that tight!” she protests when I try to get her even nearer.
I freeze.
“Sorry, sorry.” I ease off. “I’m just so happy.”
Shifting her so she’s not actively squashed, I walk us to my lounge and lower onto a sofa. But I don’t let her go. My precious girl.
“I don’t understand,” she says faintly.
“You did the right thing coming to me,” I tell her. “I’m going to take such good care of you and the baby.”
“I don’t know for sure.” She half-laughs, a little awkward. “I took a test, but I was too scared to look at the result.”
“I do. No one is that obsessed with dill without good reason,” I tease.
She presses her lips together. “And I’ve been sick in the mornings. I thought it was just adapting to being in London.”
“Do you want to be pregnant?” I demand, stroking circles on her back.
She blinks, hushed for a moment.
“Yes.” It’s a soft word, but it’s clear.
“Good.” The relief is an avalanche. “Then that’s settled.”
Her mouth falls open into a perfectly kissable little “o”. “You want me to be pregnant?”
“If you want it, I’m by your side for it. Anything. Pregnancy. Ugly crying. Shopping. Ballet. Embarrassing bodily moments. Murder.”
“Kon! I’m not going to murder anyone!” she laughs disbelievingly.
“Of course not, that’s my job. There’s nothing that you could do to get rid of me.”
She touches my chest tentatively, smoothing over the hair that covers my pecs, an expression of wonder on her face.
I cover her fingers with mine, holding them in place over my heart. “We’re fate, Taylor. You’re my person, and I’m yours. I love you. And I swear, if you aren’t pregnant, we’ll rectify that. You’ll find I’m very thorough in getting what I want.”
“Really?” she asks breathlessly.
“I’ll fill you up here.” I cup her between the legs, crudely, and she gasps, but immediately leans into my touch. “Until it’s leaking out however hard we try to keep it in. Until my come is dripping down your thighs.”
I slide my hand up until I reach the perfect swell of her tits. “Then I’ll cover and fill you in other places. All over your belly.” I tweak her nipple and my cock throbs in sympathy. “On your tits. They’ll look beautiful covered in my claim.”
“Kon.” She grabs my shoulders and a growl rises in my chest.
“No, zhizn moya.” I take her hands and bring them to the small of her back. “Be a good girl for me and hold on here.”
She trembles, but nods.
“Your mouth too.” I touch my finger to her lips. “You’re stunning like this.”
Her eyes light.
“My good girl. I’ll fill you here too. Hold your head and make you choke on my fat cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The filthy words spill from me, the need to own her is almost overwhelming.
She nods eagerly. “I’d like you to make me.”
The surge of blood and pleasure at her confession is a drug. I am addicted.
“You’d like my hand in my hair as I force my cock into your throat.”
That image has pre-come beading at my tip. Filthy, forbidden ideas are hot with Taylor in a way it isn’t with anyone else.
I held back, but now? Fuck it.
“First, I’m going to ensure you’re pregnant.”