Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“You’re mine,” I growl softly, kissing her again, deeper this time. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” I unbutton her gown, letting it fall to the floor, before lifting her and carrying her to our bed.
I spread her legs, intoxicated by the sight of my wife. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in soft gasps as I lick her, tasting her, worshipping her. I can feel her body responding to every touch, every stroke of my tongue.
Her moans grow louder, her body rocking beneath me, and when she finally comes, her back arches, her tits bouncing with every tremor of pleasure. I savor the sight of her, the way she moves, the way her body gives itself to me completely.
“You’re going to grow nice and round with my child,” I murmur against her skin, kissing her belly once more. “And I’m going to love every second of it.”
I slide into her slowly, savoring the tightness of her body, and as we move together, it’s not just sex—it’s something deeper. It’s love, it’s forever, and when she comes again, I follow her, spilling inside her, claiming her in every way.
We collapse together, breathless and tangled in each other, the weight of the moment settling over us. She’s mine, and now, she’s carrying our future.
epilogue 2
ISABELLA
The house is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the baby monitor beside the kitchen counter. Seven months have passed since our wedding, and now, with our little one finally asleep after a long day, I feel the contentment of everything I’ve ever wanted settling around me like a warm blanket.
Nathan stands at the stove, a rare occurrence since Teresa usually does the cooking. His dress shirt unbuttoned, his hair tousled from running his fingers through it as he prepares a late-night snack for us. I sit at the island, watching him, a soft smile playing on my lips. I still can’t believe how much my life has changed—how much I have to be thankful for.
I shift slightly, the fullness in my breasts reminding me that it’s been a while since I last fed the baby. My hand comes up to gently press against them, and I wince, feeling the pressure building.
Nathan turns, catching the movement, and his eyes darken instantly. His gaze drops to my chest, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Need some help relieving that pressure?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.
My cheeks flush, heat spreading through my body at the suggestion. We’ve never talked about lactation play before, but the idea... the way he looks at me... it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
I swallow hard, my voice soft. “How does it work?”
Nathan steps closer, his body radiating warmth as he reaches for me. “I can show you, if you’d like.”
My breath catches, and I nod slowly, excitement and curiosity bubbling up inside me. “I’d like to try... with you.”
He smiles, pulling me gently off the stool and guiding me to sit up on the marble countertop. “Let me help you relax, princess.”
He pulls at the straps of my nightgown, letting the soft fabric fall away from my shoulders until it pools around my waist. My breasts are exposed, full and heavy, droplets of milk already starting to drip from my nipples. Nathan’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me, and I can feel the heat between us building, slow and steady.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me softly, his hands sliding up my sides, caressing my bare skin.
I moan softly against his lips, my body already responding to his touch. When his hands cup my breasts, gently kneading them, I shudder, the pressure easing slightly. But it’s not enough. I need more.
Nathan pulls back, his eyes locking on mine. “I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “But first... let me taste you.”
Before I can respond, his lips are on my breast, his mouth closing around my nipple as he sucks gently, drawing out the milk with slow, deliberate pulls. The sensation is intense, a mix of relief and pleasure, and I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as my body arches toward him.
“Oh, God...” I breathe, my voice shaky.
Nathan groans softly, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter as he continues to suck, his tongue swirling over my sensitive nipple. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he drinks from me—it’s overwhelming, erotic in a way I’ve never experienced before.
NATHAN
The taste of my creamy wife, the feel of her, it’s driving me wild. I’ve never seen her like this—so full, so soft, her body trembling with need. The fact that she’s feeding our child, carrying my baby, only makes the desire burning inside me stronger.