Page 143 of Soulbound

He came, thrusting hard within her, and suddenly she was back in her body again, feeling the wetness of his seed flood her within.

"I love you," he whispered, caressing her spine.

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Afterwards, they lay entwined in the bed, snatching moments of sleep between movement. Sebastian woke sometime during the early evening, the stars gleaming through the window. His hand slid down Cleo's spine, and she stirred. Just enough to see the light from the grate reflect back off her dark eyes.

He rolled onto his side, sliding a hand over her faintly curved stomach. Cleo blinked sleepily at him. "What are you doing?"

"Can I feel the babe?" he whispered.

"Of course." She pressed his hand to the right area. Her body was barely beginning to show the signs of the child within her, but he could feel that little spark within, whispering against his psychic senses.

They hadn't told anyone yet. It was just their little secret, though he suspected Bishop knew. He was going through the same thing himself, and their children would play together in the future.

"Do you want to see her?" Cleo whispered.

Her? He met her dark eyes in shock. "It's going to be a daughter?"

Cleo rubbed her hand lazily over his. "Oh, yes. I predict many arguments in your future. She's going to be a hellion."

"Just like her mother."

"She's stubborn too, like her father." Cleo drew his hand to where the baby nestled. "Close your eyes."

He did, letting the soul-bond strengthen as Cleo opened herself up to her Visions. They'd returned slowly, as her belief in herself grew. And sometimes she let him see them.

Suddenly he was standing in his father's house, holding a child in his arms. The baby blinked up at him with enormous eyes, barely heavy enough to weigh him down, her tiny fingers reaching for him.

And then he blinked, and there was a little girl of about six running through the house, chasing a puppy. A little girl with hair just like her mother's, and Cleo's devastating smile.

But her eyes were pure gray, with thick smoky lashes, and there was a faint cleft in her chin, just like his.

Tears wet his eyes as he drew back from the Vision. "She's perfect," he said hoarsely. "And she will never know what it feels like to be without her parents’ affections."

Cleo kissed him, dragging his body over hers. "No," she breathed. "All she will know is love."

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