Chapter 13 #3
"You're killing me," I whisper, watching as she moves down my body.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine again, dark with desire but also something deeper.
She tugs my boxers down further, freeing me completely. Her breath is warm against my skin as she hovers just above where I need her most. The anticipation is exquisite torture.
"Baby, please." I'm not above begging.
She takes me in her mouth then, and my world narrows to the wet heat of her lips, the soft movements of her tongue. My hand finds her hair, and I dig it into the exquisite silkiness.
My hips buck involuntarily as she takes me deeper, her mouth working me with growing confidence. She holds my gaze the entire time, and there's something profoundly intimate about watching her like this.
"Emma," I warn, my voice strained as the sensation builds. "I'm close..."
She doesn't pull away. Instead, she increases her pace, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft while her tongue swirls around the head. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.
She takes everything, swallowing as her eyes remain locked with mine.
When she's finished, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and begins to crawl up my body, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes never leave mine as she moves, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"You're incredible," I breathe as she settles on top of me, her face hovering inches from mine.
"I just wanted to show you how much I love you," she whispers, her breath warm against my lips. "I don't want you to doubt it, not for a second."
I reach up to brush hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I don’t.”
She leans in, capturing my lips again in a kiss that's hungrier than before. Her weight shifts as she leans against my body, and I feel the soft cotton of her shirt against my skin. I reach for the hem, needing to feel her without barriers.
"Let me see you," I whisper against her mouth.
She sits up, straddling my hips, and pulls her shirt over her head in one fluid motion. The sight of her surprisingly makes my just-spent cock twitch—her breasts fuller now with pregnancy, nipples darker and more sensitive. When I reach up to cup them, she arches into my touch with a soft gasp.
"Come here," I urge, guiding her higher until she's positioned above my chest.
I take one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently. Emma moans, her hands bracing against the headboard as she hovers over me. I can feel her thighs trembling on either side of me.
I move to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts.
She's wet already, so ready for me, and I groan against her skin as my fingers find her center.
I begin circling her clit with deliberate, gentle pressure, knowing exactly how she likes to be touched.
Her hips rock against my hand as she searches for more pressure.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me against her breast.
I have no intention of stopping. I increase the pressure of my fingers, circling her clit faster as I continue to suck and tease her nipple.
Her thighs begin to tremble, her movements becoming more erratic as she gets closer to the edge.
My cock is rock-hard again and I grab it and move it to her entrance.
“Yes, god yes,” she says.
I begin fucking her now, my fingers still on her clit.
She comes quickly as I continue to thrust into her, my fingers pressing against her clit in tight circles.
Her back arches sharply, her inner walls clenching around me with surprising strength as she cries out my name.
The intensity of her orgasm catches me off guard—her entire body trembling, her face transformed with pleasure.
"Grant, oh my god," she gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine.
The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the rhythmic pulsing around my cock, pushes me over the edge again.
I didn't expect this—it's been years since I've come twice in one night—but my body responds to her with a mind of its own.
The pleasure crashes through me unexpectedly, making me groan as I thrust up into her one final time.
"Fuck," I breathe, holding her hips tightly against mine as I empty myself inside her. "Emma..."
She collapses onto me, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on her back as her heartbeat gradually slows against mine.
"That was..." she murmurs against my neck.
"Unexpected," I finish, a soft laugh escaping me. "I haven't recovered that quickly since my twenties."
She lifts her head, smiling down at me with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. "Really?"
"Really."
I brush some hair from her forehead as she looks particularly pleased with herself.
We lie together in the darkness, her breathing gradually evening out as exhaustion claims her. But I stay awake, thinking about Victoria's calculated cruelty. About Samantha's disgust. About David's eventual rage. About the battles ahead of us.
Emma shifts in her sleep, her hand moving to cover mine where it rests on her stomach.
The gesture is protective. She's already preparing to fight for these babies.
For us. And I'm going to fight right alongside her.
Victoria wants to destroy this? Samantha wants to shame us?
David wants to tear us apart? Let them try.
Because I've spent twenty years building an empire the hard way, brick by brick, deal by deal.
If I have to build a life with Emma the same way—one small victory at a time, fighting for every inch—then that's what I'll do.
Emma murmurs something in her sleep, pressing closer to me. I hold her tighter, a fierce protectiveness surging through me that has nothing to do with fixing and everything to do with simply being here.
Tomorrow, the battles will continue. But tonight, in this small apartment with the woman I love safe in my arms and two tiny lives growing between us, I let myself believe something I haven't believed in a very long time.
That we're going to be okay.
All of us. Together.