Page 134 of Kept in the Dark

I laugh, but it turns into a wet moan as his cock hits that spot deepinside. “I want a dog.”

“I do not like small animals, but we can discuss. Perhaps a large breed would be acceptable.”

“Yeah,” I whisper, realizing that I’m much more of a Great Dane kind of girl, anyway.

“More,” he demands, clutching my hips and tugging me down on him.

“I want a house of my own. I’m not living in a pool house.”

He drags in a rough breath through his teeth. His cock jerks inside of me. “I will build you one.”

“I want a baby.”

That makes him stop, eyes wide as he looks up at me. Heat rises to my cheeks, but I refuse to break eye contact. He needs to know. We need to talk about this. He’s the one who asked, and it’s something I want.

“Now?” he croaks, looking down at my stomach like I’m already pregnant.

“Eventually,” I reply softly, running my fingertip along his lower lip.

For a brief second, I think I’ve managed to scare him. Then he groans, grabbing my wrist to move my hand aside so he can slam his lips on mine and pull me down onto his length.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” His hips jolt underneath mine, frantic now. The pace of his thrusting increases, and I’m crying out as he croons in my ear, “You will carry my baby. Our baby. A baby. Yes, my med.”

The fire in his eyes makes my stomach flip, and the intensity of his desire for it—for me, for a baby, for forever—brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. Emotions eventually give way to real arousal, with the building pleasure of having his cock deep inside, stretching me. I break our kiss so I can rock my hips more easily and get some more friction. The scratch of his hair and pubic bone against my clit only feels good when he’s so deep that I can barely breathe. It touches me on the inside of my lungs, forcing an exhale and a whimper on each downward stroke.

He comes, shouting and burying his head into my shoulder. His cock pulses inside me, jerking as his body shakes, and I slow my motions. My thighs are burning, and my hips are creaking, and this position is so not ideal for bigger bodies.

For now, though, I don’t care. I didn’t come, and I don’t want to anymore. That kind of release isn’t what matters, because I already feel so… full.

Dimitri frowns as I still in his lap, and his hand moves down, fingers ready to finish me off. I shake my head and lean backwards so I can see him better. “Don’t. That was perfect.”

His frown deepens. “You have not… I have not satisfied you—”

“You did. You let me take care of you. Sex isn’t always just about finishing,” I tell him, cupping his jaw. “Sometimes, it’s about intimacy. I don’t just want the orgasm; I wanted the closeness. That was what I needed. That was what you gave me.”

His eyes rake across my face, darting to catch every shift in my facial expression. After a few seconds, he decides to believe me, and he moves his hand back to its resting place on my hip.

I’m sweating under the robe, so I let it fall from my shoulders, pooling at his feet, and I settle against him on his lap while he’s still inside me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, and he strokes my hair.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, worried he’ll stop me again if I say it any louder. “I wish I could take back everything I said.”

“You deserve freedom, Nicole. I would not keep you from—”

“No. I was wrong. I was…” I trail off, trying to put words to it. “When I was a kid, everyone left. People have always left me. Somewhere along the line, I decided it was easier if I did the leaving—that’s why I moved around so much. I don’t let myself really like things because it makes it harder to leave them. I’m… bad at being vulnerable. I’m bad at knowing what I want and asking for it. I need to be better. You make me want to be better.”

He’s silent for a moment, letting that sink in. “Never be afraid of telling me what you want. If you want to leave, I will follow you anywhere, my med. You will always have me. As long as you want me, you will have me. And frankly, even if you decide you do not want me, you will have me still.”

I make a soft, amused humming noise.

“Promise you will come to me if you ever feel trapped or in danger.”

It nearly makes me wince, but I deserve much more than that gentle reprimand. “I will. I promise to be honest with you from now on. I promise not to push you away without explaining what’s going on in my head ever again.”

“And I promise to fightforyou—for us—and not against you.”

I smile at that and pull back to meet his stare. “I never want to fight with you if it means that I might not get the chance to make up with you.”

It’s only as I’m saying it that I realize just how true it is. I’ve been through a lot tonight, but one of the lowest points of the night was when I really thought I was going to die—and on the list of regrets that everyone runs through when faced with their own mortality, dying on bad terms with Dimitri was the very top.