"Should I let you recover first, little lamb?" he questions in a low, husky voice that makes me shiver.
I shake my head and look up at him, noticing his reservations but hoping that when he's ready he'll destroy me just as wholly as the other two.
"I'm ready for you," I whisper "All of you."
A low growl comes out with his next breath as he pulls me to him, cradling my body against his before kissing me softly, tenderly– a side of Clay that has really started showing since my pregnancy.
His mouth moves over mine, his tongue finding mine as he slowly lowers me back onto the mattress.
I wrap my legs around him, snaking my arms around his neck as he nudges my legs apart, sliding inside me with no warning. I arch into him, but he holds me tight, capturing my moans with his lips still on mi
