Chapter 192: I Don’t Have Time
(Everyone says Damien stood out in the previous Chapter, now i am feeling guilty with whats coming)
"Doctor Thessa said he is growing quicker."
There was wonder in her tone.
Damien moved above her. Every shift of his body spoke volumes—how deeply he cherished her, how he wanted to cradle her rather than possess her. With grace, he settled his weight so that not a single pound pressed against her growing stomach.
Then his mouth found hers again, and the kiss was deep, full of longing and gratitude. His fingers slipped between her thighs, and she gasped against his mouth as he touched her, his hand moving with precision, seeking the soft places he knew best, drawing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
Then, without a word, Damien laid beside her on the bed. He shed the last of his clothes—revealing the body she loved, the body she feared she’d lose—and positioned himself behind her. It was instinctive now, this careful choreography of making love while protecting the child between them. This was the position Doctor Thessa approved of, one of the few left that didn’t risk straining Luna or the fragile life inside her.
His hand slid beneath her, cupping one breast for balance and closeness. The feel of him entering her from behind always stirred something primal inside her. Her breath hitched as he moved.
Luna reached back, her hand finding his thigh, her nails pressing in for anchorage as her body responded to his. Every thrust sent pleasure spiraling up her spine, his cock brushing that place inside her that shattered her composure. She tried to hold on, to be strong, to not fall apart—but the pleasure was unbearable in its sweetness.
And just when her climax began to unfurl, the tears came.
Sobs tore from her chest as wave after wave of emotion collided with the pleasure. It was everything—her love for him, her desperation, her helplessness in the face of his quiet self-sacrifice. Her body trembled as she sobbed into the pillow, and still, her husband moved inside her.