Chapter 25
KON
Taylor’s surprised laughter is the best sound in the world.
I sprawl on the sofa and drag her onto my lap, and together we choose a pregnancy test for her to take. It’s in the biggest box, says it gives early results, and promises no question about the result with a digital display that can’t be mistaken.
She goes to put her clothes back on, but they’re ruined, so I fetch her one of my shirts. Hopelessly oversized, it falls past her thighs, and I roll up the sleeves and button it for her.
Taking care of my girl.
She emerges from the bathroom with the little plastic stick in her hands and apprehension in her eyes.
I can barely breathe for how much I want this.
I said it didn’t matter, and sure, it’s true that we’ll have children together one way or another, but now this has been dangled as a possibility, I long for her to be pregnant with a fierceness that’s in every drop of my blood.
“What does it say?” I manage to get out.
“I haven’t looked.” Her voice is breathy.
Taking her wrists in my hands, I draw her to the bedroom.
My bed, that’s a thin wall away from hers in her next-door apartment.
Her proximity has kept me sane, but this is so much better.
The pillows are normal ones for sleeping on, so I pile them up on one side and then sit onto the bed, bringing Taylor with me, into the “V” of my legs, her back to my chest.
She clutches the precious little stick in her hands, not letting it go or turning it over to see.
I wrap my arms around her, and she relaxes into me. Breathing in the sweet apple scent in her hair and having her close calms me.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “Whatever the result is, it’s okay. I’ll still love you. Nothing is going to change that.”
“Kon.” She snuggles closer and stretches to look up into my face. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Something very bad in a past life, I assume,” I reply dryly, and I’m rewarded with her laughter.
I hold her tighter.
“I was walking around like a zombie, neither alive nor dead, with a hole in my heart. And you fit perfectly in that gap, zhizn moya.”
“What does that mean?” she asks in a small voice.
“My life. You’re my whole life, Taylor.”
“You’re too good to me.” She shakes her head.
I squeeze her and grumble with disagreement. “You deserve love and affection and understanding and anything you want.”
“Books?” she asks teasingly.
“Yes.” I take that question seriously. “Anytime you need more book money, you just tell me.”
“Like, ‘Oy, I need more book money’.” There’s laughter in her voice.
I tuck a strand of hair that has fallen over her cheek behind her ear. “More like ‘where’s my book money, husband?’”
“I could never!” She sounds scandalised, and not acknowledging the husband part.
“No more book money for you unless you say it exactly like that.” I keep my tone light, not letting on how important this is to me.
“I already have more than I could spend in two lifetimes,” she replies softly, toying with the pregnancy test in her hands. We still haven’t looked at it.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” I don’t know how to deal with her anxiety, but I have all the time in the world. Infinite patience. Anything she needs.
I wait.
She runs her fingers over the plastic.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if it’s yours?” she asks eventually.
“Of course it’s mine. You’re pregnant, and you came to me for help, so you’re mine, and whatever the genetics of the baby, it’s mine too.”
She gapes. “You’re the father, is what I meant. I thought you’d want a test or something.”
“Do you need to test?” My brows draw in. “Did someone force you to have sex with them?”
“Apart from you?”
I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger. “I will play that game with you in the bedroom, zhizn moya, but let me be very clear.”
Her pulse flutters at her throat and her pupils are blown.
“I know you wanted me to fuck you. Your body begged me. And before you, I’d never…” I pause, unsure how to explain the dark, corrupt desires that she awakened in my soul by responding the way she did. The need to take that was liquid fire when I’d previously been satisfied with tepid tea.
“Never…” she repeats, searching my face.
“There’s something inside me that cannot resist you. That night was the first and only time I’ve wanted to steal and control a woman. You unleashed a savage, primitive lust that revelled in your protests.”
The confession is raw. A risk. But my girl’s eyes are full of trust I don’t deserve.
“I felt that way too,” she whispers.
“You belong to me,” I rasp. “And I think you know that.”
She lets out a little whimper. Releasing her chin, I slide my hand down until it wraps around her
throat.
And god, something slots into place as I gently tighten my fingers. I’m a possessive monster, and the rescued princess is mine.
Mine.
Having her soft-blue eyes gazing up at me, feeling her blood pump beneath my fingertips, it’s all just right. I’ve never felt at peace like I do with Taylor, and when she’s in my control. It’s as though she’s my missing piece.
“Now, show me whether it’ll be eight months or nine until I hold your hand as you give birth to my baby.”
Slow as honey dripping off a spoon, she twists the pregnancy test.
I’m looking over her shoulder, so we see it at the same moment.
The small digital display has one word in all caps.
PREGNANT
My heart takes flight.
“I… We’re…” She’s vibrating in my arms. “Oh my god, Kon.”
I touch her cheek and turn her face to mine. It’s full of excitement and disbelief, and wonder.
“You’re pregnant with my baby and I’m going to love and protect both of you.”
Then I kiss her. I pour all the emotions I feel but can’t name into a possessive, fierce kiss, holding the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and trying to tell her without words how happy I am. How she’s everything to me.
My heart might burst. I have so much love for Taylor.
I can barely let her go enough to allow her to scramble around on my lap so she’s straddling me, linking her hands at the back of my neck.
She’s naked beneath my shirt, and of course my cock has risen to the occasion. I don’t think I’ll ever have Taylor near me without wanting her.
“Kon, we’re having a baby,” she manages to say when I get distracted from her mouth to press desperate, loving kisses over her cheeks.
“We are. You’re going to look so lovely swollen with the baby I put in you.” I release her waist to wedge my hand between us, onto her lower abdomen.
“Are you really happy—”
“Yes.” I cut her off. “I’ve been obsessed with you since we met, Taylor.
You and the family we’ll have together are everything to me.
My whole life. I love you, and that tiny thing is part of you.
My affection will grow for this baby as it grows in you.
There will always be space in my heart for what you bring me. ”
She makes a contented whimpering sound. I grab the shirt in both hands and rip it apart, allowing all my impatience free rein as I push the white cotton from her shoulders, baring her to me. So perfect, so sweet and untouched, except by my hands.
“I swear I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it, Taylor. I love you. I want you. I want this.” I stroke over her still-flat stomach, before drifting upwards. “And these will get bigger, full of milk.”
I cover her little tits almost entirely with one hand, and she gasps as my fingers catch her nipple.
“You’re so beautiful now, you’re going to be stunning as a mother too.” I squeeze her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She’s so soft there, and I need more.
Taylor has a similar thought. She unlinks her hands from around my shoulders and attempts to get her pussy onto my cock.
And I want that. I do.
“Uh-uh.” I sweep the pillows behind me away, then lift her by the waist and lie back. “I’ve been needing to taste you properly since the first time I saw you.”
I half urge, half drag her forwards.
“What are you…?” she squeaks as I grab her arse and raise my head enough to kiss her lower belly. Where our baby is.
She flails as I ease down the bed and bring her with me.
“Sit on my face, Taylor.”
She chokes as I manage to get her dripping wet slit over my mouth and thrust my tongue into her. A groan rumbles from my chest as the taste of her hits. Salty and sweet. Soaking for me.
“That’s it,” I rasp, and pull her back onto my mouth.
“I can’t!” she protests. “I’ll squash you.”
The very idea is hilarious. As though Taylor could squash anyone, least of all me.
In answer, I get my tongue in greedy ticks over her clit. There’s no slow buildup. I’m too hungry for her to be patient now.
And she gives in, riding my face when I encourage her, taking what she needs.
I gorge on her.
Just like I imagined that first night, in the end I have to flip her onto her back and hold her hips down to make her take orgasm after orgasm, until she has screamed herself hoarse and is liquid beneath me.
And then I rise up, spread her legs, and plunge into heaven.