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He exhaled. “Fine.”

The lights switched off and the room was once again bathed in muted darkness.

I snuggled closer to the sheets and turned to the side, facing him. It felt so warm and soft, and everything smelled like him.

I could feel his eyes grazing over every part of my body. Like invisible fire smothering my body in the warmest flames and cocooning me entirely.

A throb surged in my core and I had to squeeze my thighs together to feel an ounce of relief.

“You look pretty,” he whispered, tucking a strand of my loose hair.

Just a whisper of his word and I melted. I knew everything about this man, yet the vulnerability of our situation felt like I was just getting to know him for the first time.

Steeling my spine, I scooted closer to him, and his breath came off in sharp blows when my skin touched his.

“Katy, what the hell are you doing?”

“Do you think it’s fair, Lan?” I whispered, meeting his eyes.

“What’s fair?”

I leaned over him, my hands on the entire side of his head. My unwavering gaze met his earnestly. “You said to come back to you when I find me. I said I was trying but I don’t know if that would ever stop. I may keep trying forever or not at all. So it’s not fair for you to keep waiting or fair for me to keep hoping.”

His eyes narrowed. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you. I want to raise our kids with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You, Lan,” I said softly. “Just you.”

His lips spread into the widest smile. A smile I hadn’t seen in a while. “There’s nothing more I want, angel,” he muttered, lifting his head as he captured me in a kiss.

His tongue slowly traced over my bottom lip and my top before it swept inside my parted lips. He groaned, kissing me deeper and harder, and it tasted like him. Like us. Our tongues danced at a fevered, practiced pace, just the right tilt of our heads and the right angle of our lips.

Like we’d done this a thousand times.

And we had.

I could feel it all. I could feel him everywhere.

It was undeniable love and repressed desire bursting out all at once.

His hands started to weave around the nape of my neck, but I took hold of his hands and brought them around and crawled over his body, straddling him as I deepened the kiss.

He went crazy kissing me back with such passion that to the outside eye, it might look like we were two lost teenagers kissing for the first time.

“I want to fuck you, angel,” he murmured between the kisses. “So fucking badly.” Yet like he couldn’t get enough of me, he kept kissing me.

Oh, but I have other plans for you, my rogue boy.

And that gave me enough time to keep him distracted for what I was about to do.

My inner slut was already blazing like an untamed volcano for attempting something brave.

I could blame it on my pregnancy, or I could blame it on how my depraved body craved the way he took me the last two times.

I only wanted more and more of that feeling.

To be taken hard. To be fucked hard.

“Now, angel,” Lan breathed as we came up for air. “Fuck, my cock hurts.”