“I’m not going to be able to hold it, baby.” I realize then that he’s like Wick was earlier. Too close to the edge. So close to bursting. The thought makes me burn, and I hold his chin, forcing his gaze to mine. “Give it to me,” I plead, already seeing his face tighten as his thrusts grow deeper, more erratic. “Put your baby in me, Lagan.”
