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Laura It wasn’t long before I heard the door unlock with a click, and I walked out of the kitchen to see Talon stepping into the apartment. “That was quick,” I said, crossing the room to meet him. “I had more pressing matters to attend to…” he replied, shrugging and pulling me into his arms. His breath was warm as he buried his face in my hair, his arms tightening around me like I might slip away. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were coiled tight, and I knew whatever had happened in the chapel hadn’t been easy on him. But he didn’t say a word about it, just held me there in the dim light of the living room, his heartbeat steady against my cheek. The music still played softly in the background, the singer’s voice raw and aching, and for

My eyes widened as he released my hands and stood, disappearing down the hall. I lay there, my chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the weight of his command lingering in the air. The room felt charged, like a storm ready to break. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the ache between my thighs growing more insistent with every passing second. My fingers twitched above my head, but I didn’t move. Not an inch. The sound of his footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the clatter of something being moved. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I bit my lip to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. When he finally reappeared, he was carrying a length of black cotton rope in one hand and a wicked grin on his face. My breath hitched as I realized what he had in mind. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low as he knelt beside me on the couch.

Laura We fell into a rhythm over the next few weeks. I wouldn’t say it was comfortable, exactly, but it was nice. I never left the clubhouse, Talon left as rarely as possible, and we spent the vast majority of our time holed up in the apartment together. My hormones were keeping me absolutely ravenous for him, and the poor guy was starting to look very worn out… to the point where I couldn’t tell if the sex was taking away his stress or adding to it. He’d left a few times to see Viktor, but he was reluctant to share much about their meetings. That was okay with me, to be honest. I was starting to adopt the ‘ignorance is bliss’ method… the less I knew about it, the better. My belly was growing steadily, and I had an actual bump now, much to Talon’s delight. He couldn’t keep his hands away from it, and he was always ta

The next evening, we were getting ready for Viktor’s party. He had said there was no dress code, but I still felt like I wasn’t fancy enough in my long, royal blue body-con dress. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric over my growing belly, trying to convince myself it looked elegant rather than just clinging awkwardly. But I had to admit, the dress hugged my curves perfectly. The deep blue matched my eyes and accentuated the soft glow of my skin. I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling a subtle kick from our little girl, and took a deep breath. Talon came up behind me, his hands resting on my hips as he met my gaze in the reflection. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of my neck. His lips lingered there, warm and reassuring, but I could feel the tension coiled in his body. He was dresse