The rain had settled into a gentle, constant rhythm that made the house feel even more intimate. Elias was already awake and wrapped around me when I opened my eyes, his body hot and hard against my back. One hand rested low on my stomach, the other slipped between my thighs, slowly pushing the evidence of last night deeper inside me.
“Two and a half weeks,” he whispered against my ear, voice thick with morning hunger. “In two and a half weeks my daughter is walking through that door holding hands with Noah. While I’ve spent every single day trying to get you pregnant.”
He didn’t wait for a response. He rolled me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and pushed inside me in one deep, possessive thrust. We both exhaled sharply. He f****d me with long, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine,
