ANMELDENRaven The water here is so blue it almost doesnāt look real. The kind of blue I used to think only existed in postcards. Itās clear enough to see the white sand under it even from the shore. We came here for a family vacation, just the four of us, or at least, that was the plan. Now, Iām sitting under a wide beach umbrella, watching my daughter chase her little brother across the sand. Theyāre both screaming with laughter over something I have absolutely no idea about. I should probably be resting, especially now that Iām pregnant again, but watching them play makes it impossible to stay inside our villa. āCareful with him!ā I call out, more out of habit than actual worry. Nadir is three now, and sheās fiercely protective of her little brother. Sometimes, she reminds me so much of her father itās almost funny. The moment a wave gets too close, she grabs Mason under the arms and drags him back onto the dry sand like sheās been assigned the very important job of keeping him alive.
RavenIām expecting our second child.Iām six weeks pregnant. A mother to a very smart little girl and a wife to the most amazing man on earth.I feel fulfilled and at peace with where life has brought me.I take a deep breath, smoothing out my dress as I stand in front of the full-length mirror, getting ready to head out for my launch. I look at my reflection and remind myself that Iām proud of me. Proud of the woman Iāve become.Who would have thought that the little girl Roman Bellerie once saved would grow up to become his wife and the mother of his children?I certainly didnāt.I grew up under his roof, calling him Dad. He read me bedtime stories, showed up at every school event, and cheered for me like I was the most important person in the world.He was once the perfect dad to me.Now, he is the worldās best husband and the most incredible dad to our children.I couldnāt have chosen a better life, because this right here is everything Iāve ever wanted.A life with hi
Roman She turns over slowly, settling onto her hands and knees, back arched, ass lifted for me exactly the way I told her to. I reach for the dildo I set on the table earlier, coating it with the slick already gathered between her thighs before pressing it against the tight ring of muscle sheās offered up so willingly.āDeep breath,ā I tell her, and push it in.She screams, back bowing, and I pull the leash at the same moment, just enough to make her choke on the sound, her voice cutting off into something breathless and desperate.āFuck, Daddy.ā Her voice comes out wrecked when she finds it again. āThat feels so good.āāYeah?ā I ease the toy in another inch, watching her body take it. āSo what do you say?āāThank you, Daddy.ā She says it immediately, like the words have been sitting right there waiting.āGood girl.āI start working it in and out of her slowly, pulling the leash taut with every thrust so her breath catches each time, and her moans turn ragged, broken, the kin
RomanRaven crawls out of the cage on her hands and knees, black lace stretching tight over her hips and the soft curve of her ass. The collar sits pretty around her throat. I pick up the leash, wrap the end once around my fist, and give it a firm tug. She comes closer on command, knees sliding across the floor until sheās right between my spread legs.āThere she is.ā I reach down, tilting her chin up with two fingers, studying her the way I would anything else that belongs to me. āMy sweet little girl. Coming so easy for Daddy.āāYes, Daddy.ā Her eyes stay lowered, voice soft, obedient. āShow me how much you missed this.āShe doesnāt hesitate for a second. She leans straight in, leash still taut in my fist, keeping her exactly where I want her, and drags her tongue slow and heavy over my balls, licking them like sheās starving for it. Wet, heavy strokes from the base of my sack all the way up, coating every inch in her spit. She takes her time, working her tongue under and arou
Roman I return early, just as I promised Raven. I take the first flight out because three days is the longest Iāve ever been away from my family, and by the time I board the plane, I canāt wait another minute to be home. When I walk through the front door, the house smells like coffee and toast, morning light spilling gold across the hallway floor. Iāve barely set my bag down when I hear the sound of small feet pounding across the kitchen tile. āDada!ā Nadir barrels into my legs at full speed, and I scoop her up before she can knock herself over with her own momentum, her small arms wrapping tight around my neck. āThereās my girl.ā I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in, three daysā worth of missing this exact weight settled finally back where it belongs. āDid you miss me?ā āYe ye.ā she says solemnly, patting my cheek the way she does when sheās decided something is very important. āMud.ā āMud?ā āShe found the barn again,ā Sarah says from the do
RavenA YEAR LATERI still find myself pausing on that number some mornings, standing at the kitchen window with coffee going cold in my hands, watching mist settle over the field the way it does most mornings here, and thinking, we actually made it a whole year.āMama.āI turn to find Nadir wobbling toward me across the kitchen floor, arms out for balance, her small feet still figuring out this whole walking thing sheās decided to commit to over the past few weeks. She makes it three more steps before plopping down triumphantly on her bottom, entirely unbothered by the fall.āLook at you.ā I scoop her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. āSuch a big girl.āāMama,ā she says again, patting my face with one small hand, and then, brightening, āDada?āāDadaās in Boston, baby. Heāll be home soon.āHer face falls slightly, bottom lip pushing out, and I laugh despite the small ache it gives me too.āYou miss him, donāt you?ā I press my forehead gently to hers. āI miss him too. Three days is way
RavenI canāt hide my joy about the postponement.Even though I should, even though Jack is barely cold and his family is planning his funeral, I should be drowning in grief.But all I feel is satisfaction.The wedding is postponed, Vivienne is furious, and for the first time, Roman chose to protec
RAVENI sit at the kitchen island, eating cornflakes straight from the box because I know it will annoy someone eventually, and right now that feels like the only power I have left.The house is quiet. Too quiet. Roman left for the office hours ago without saying a word to me. Vivienne is out there
RavenThe living room is dark except for the lamp in the corner and the low amber glow of the drink in his hand.I stop in the doorway.Roman is sitting in the armchair, facing the entrance, as if he has been there a while. Like he positioned himself there deliberately. His jacket is gone, his shir
Raven I was having a wet dream. Again. This time I was grinding my soaked pussy on something very solid. It felt good. So good. Better than anything I managed on my own. Not until I woke up. The realization hit me slow, the way sleep peels away in layers; first the warmth, then the frict







