Chapter 38

Taking her hands, he guided her over to the bed. Laid her down on it and himself behind her. He opened his robe, draped it over her and pulled her into the warmth of his naked body. He crooked his knees up behind her. As he did, his still-firm cock nudged her buttocks. Following instinct, he gripped her thigh, a mute command. With a tiny sigh, she let her thighs loosen and he slid back into her, lodging himself deep, holding her there on him while she quaked at the intimacy of that connection, what it symbolized.

“I’m here,” he said softly. “I’m a part of you. Tell me, Ella. Close your eyes and tell me. Tell both of us. ”

It took a long time, and he had to ask a couple more times, but he made sure he did it gently, a quiet sound in the dark room, like a request from her own mind.

“Eight months,” she whispered at last. He had his arm under her head, and her hand crept into his palm, her fingers tangling with his own. “She was eight months old. I could feel her, moving inside of me. Som