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‘Bethan,’ he said slowly, so husky. ‘I would love to do that with you.’

Her eyes filled and as she nodded her tears splashed. ‘Good. Thank you.Please.’

‘Right now?’ He tenderly swiped his thumbs beneath her eyes to stop more falling ‘Sweetheart,’ he breathed. ‘You’re supposed to be giving a speech in half an hour.’

‘I don’t care.’ She sniffed. ‘Okay, I do care.’ Her eyes filled again. ‘About everything.’

He leaned close, all reassurance and strength. ‘You’re going to nail it.’

‘Yeah.’ She giggled through her tears. ‘Because you’re going to nail me now.’

‘Beautiful Bethan, I love you. And I will do anything you want.’ He walked her backwards to the bed, gathering her skirt in his hands as he went—bunching it up and over her curvy hips to her waist.

‘You’resure?’ She needed to check.

‘Never more sure of anything. I can’t wait to make our family bigger.’ He swept his hand across her lower belly. ‘You think now might be a good time?’

‘Literally. I started tracking my cycle and...’ She couldn’t finish her sentence as he ran his finger along the inside leg of her panties, hooked the elastic and tugged them down, dropping to his knees as he did.

Just being near him made her melt and when he looked at her like this, when he touched her like this...alwayshe set her alight.

‘I...uh...’ She trailed off as he pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed.

He pushed her knees apart. ‘Let me get you ready—’

‘I am ready...’ she moaned.

There was no point arguing with him and honestly? She was the winner here.

He swept his palms up the inside of her thighs and followed their path with his mouth. ‘The more orgasms you have, the more likely you are to conceive.’

‘Is that an actual scientific fact?’ She giggled, arching into his touch.

‘It is in my world.’ A husky, hot whisper before he mouthed her—

‘I...guess I can...uh...’

‘Come on me.’

‘Yeeeeahhhh...’ Pleasure rippled as she rode his fingers, his tongue whipping her higher with a devilish dance. So easily he coaxed her to climax.

‘Ares,love me,’ she whispered brokenly, needing him inside her. Now.

‘I am loving you, darling, I always will.’ Gently he lifted her, setting her on all fours near the edge of the bed. ‘And as much as I want to smother your face in kisses, I’m going to save that for later. I’m not ruining your make-up now.’ Standing by the bed, he pulled her hips back to meet his. He wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. ‘This way I can go deep, darling. Fill you up with my—’

‘Yes,’she panted, excitement escalating despite the orgasm only seconds before. ‘Please. I need you. Hard. Fill me—’

‘Like this?’ he rasped.

He slammed deep. She shuddered, bucked, then pushed back so he was locked to the absolute hilt.

‘You feelsogood, Bethan,’ he choked.

But he kept control—teasing her with slow strokes, eking out her pleasure, loving her completely. But she rocked on all fours, harder and faster, demanding a faster, fiercer, pace.

‘Bethan—’

‘Please...please...’