CHAPTER 76—

Zheme rolled out of bed, forehead supporting a bruise that Lexie's elbow induced. She was a real beast in her sleep and if Zheme stayed in the room a second longer, he'd take his revenge by waking her up.

But she was tired, even more so since she was pregnant and worn out from a night of very passionate sex. Last night, everything felt surreal, the way her tiny, wet cavern had encased him with a grip as tight as a virgin's .

The way her stiff breasts had jumped along with his every thrust.

The way her moans had made a melodic tune to his ears.

And the way those words had easily slipped off of her lips. That was the most sensual thing ever. The words were whispered and yet they were blaring to his ears. It felt good to have heard them, but Zheme wanted hear them again, not from just anybody but from her.

After all, she loved him. Lexie Shay Dillon, the most stubborn and overbearing woman of all had declared her love for him, shouldn't he