Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I’ve loved being pregnant with his daughter.
Loved knowing he made love to me and filled me with his baby.
He’s loved it too. And to say he’s been protective of me is an understatement. He’s made certain I’ve been well cared for. Attended all doctor’s appointments. Run me baths and gently carried me into the bathroom and eased me into the bubbles when the baby got so big I couldn’t get comfortable. And when he saw our daughter on the sonogram and heard her strong heartbeat for the first time, I saw his tears through my own.
During the day he attends to club business, but he is never far from me, and at night we retire to our room and his time is mine. He’s gentle. Caring and tender. And very much in love with me.
The feeling is mutual. I can’t imagine a life without him.
Beast rocks against my clit and it detonates my orgasm, sending raw pleasure streaming out to every limb.
I grip the bedhead tighter and hold on as I ride the undulating waves of pleasure. While Beast drives harder and faster into me. His cock slick as he strokes in and out with a relentless pace until his own release finally crashes into him.
His knuckles press into the mattress and his powerful arms hold him above me as he slowly comes down from his high.
He slides out of me and settles into the pillows, then secures me in his arms.
“Goddamn, I’m never going to get enough of you.” He presses a kiss into my hair.
Minutes tick by in a post sex bliss until I have to use the bathroom to pee.
In the bathroom, I take care of business, then study my reflection in the mirrored wall. I’m all baby. My stomach is huge and heavy. I run my palm over the curve and feel my blood warm with contentment.
Walking back to the bed, I stop when I feel a wave of warmth leave my body and coat my thighs.
With wide eyes, I look at Beast lying on the bed.
“My water just broke.”
EPILOGUE TWO
BEAST
I’ve seen a lot of things in my thirty-two years on this Earth. A lot of good and a lot of bad. I’ve had moments of extreme bliss but also moments of gut-wrenching grief. I’ve seen extraordinary things. Felt so high and so damn invincible.
But nothing—nothing—comes close to the birth of my daughter.
Thankfully, Belle doesn’t have a long labor and our daughter arrives not long after we arrive at the hospital.
I hold my beautiful wife’s hand as she delivers our daughter into the world. I’m so proud of her. And so damn grateful for all the beauty she’s brought into my life.
My daughter starts to holler. Announcing her arrival to the world, and I can’t keep the smile off my face.
When they place her on her mother’s chest, she stops crying and looks at me with deep blue eyes.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say, pressing a kiss to Belle’s forehead.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
“More perfect than anything in the world.”
Belle smiles up at me. “Do you want to hold her?”
“I’ve never held anything so small.”
“Then today is your lucky day, bike gangster.”
The nurse scoops my daughter up and wraps her tiny body in a blanket before placing her in my arms.
Tears make my vision blurry as I look down at her.
There are so many things I want to say but I am too choked to say them.
She’s fucking perfect.
I can’t stop looking at her.
She is so tiny in my arms. Sweet and pure.
I bend my neck to kiss her delicate skin, and I feel a love so pure and true. A love I know I am going to fiercely protect for the rest of my life.
THE END