“I’m sorry.” Her eyes brim with tears, one sliding down her cheek. I lunge up to kiss it away. “Don’t be.” Dragging a hand down her side, I graze my thumb over the side of her growing belly. “With you,” I continue, struggling to find the words, “it’s different. It should be different. I want to be completely at your mercy.” I kiss her jaw, dropping my hand to the place where our bodies meet. “You want that, right?” I press my fingers into the slick heat between her legs. “You won’t take more than I can give. I know you won’t.” She shudders. “Never.”
