“Fuck, Princess.” He strains at how my inner wall tighten around his length.

I gasp for air, and he only leaves me a second to breathe before he claims my lips again. That’s the only second he allows me to adjust to his size, too—not that I need it. Yes, it hurts, but I want to hurt right now because that means I’m alive, it means I survived and Kyle is right here with me.

His tongue dances against mine as he thrusts into me hard and fast, his hips jerking with the motion. The seat creaks with the force of his hips. If someone passed by, they’d think a war was going on in here, and that might as well be the truth.

We’re both fighters in this war, and at this moment, we only have each other.

I kiss him with renewed energy, pushing my hips up when he rams down. My arms wind around his neck and his hand grips me by the throat.

Surprisingly—or not really—that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I come with a gasp, my legs trembling around his waist.

Kyle joins soon after, cursing in what I now recognize as a Northern Irish accent. I find it strangely erotic that he switches to his original accent when he’s this turned on. It’s like he can’t think straight enough to switch accents, and I like being the cause of that.

Both his hands rest on either side of my head to not crush me, even though his head lies on my shoulder.

I dig my fingers into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath my touch.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“For what?”

“For being such an animal right now. I should’ve taken it easy on you.”

I tilt my head, kissing his cheek, and then tighten my arms around his broad back. “There’s nothing to apologize about. It was…fine.”

“Fine?” he teases. “I should up my game.”

“More than fine. It was perfect.”

“You’re a masochist, aren’t you, Princess?”

“Only with you, Kyle.”

He pushes back, his intense gaze shining with unhidden possessiveness. “Only with me.”

“Mmm.” I smile. “Now, can we go home? I would love a shower. I can also wear that red nightgown.”

“You’re killing me, Princess.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Doctor first.”

He pulls out, cleans me with tissues, and then takes care of himself before he drives to the hospital. Why did I think he would forget about it after the sex?

Wishful thinking.

We sit down in one of the examination rooms, waiting for the test results. Kyle’s words were, and I quote, “Check all of her.” The nurse smiled, and I had to apologize for his overbearing nature.

“I’m going to be fine.” I sigh, throwing my head back on the hospital bed. The pillow feels soft to the touch. After the nurse drew blood, she told me to rest and not attempt to stand up too soon.

“Then we will just confirm it.” Kyle smiles in that infuriating way from his sitting position on the bed beside me.

“We’re wasting time here when we could be doing other stuff.”

His gaze gleams. “Other stuff like what?”

“You know.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. How about you enlighten me?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

My cheeks heat at the way he calls me that.

“So what type of stuff?” he asks when I don’t say anything.

“Husband and wife stuff.”

“Husband and wife stuff, huh? You’re surprisingly very horny tonight. Not that I mind.”

“Shut up,” I tell him, even though it’s definitely true. I don’t know why I feel like I want to jump him and let him fuck me all night long.

Part of it is because of the rush of life that invaded me after the whole shitstorm today, but the other part is something else I can’t put my finger on.

Kyle cups my jaw before his fingers slide to my throat and he closes his hand around it. The position has become so familiar that my heart leaps whenever he does it. It’s not helping my libido, though, because my body associates this gesture with sex, and he obviously won’t do it while we’re waiting for the test results.

“Once I make sure you’re all good, I’m going to fuck you until tomorrow, Princess.”

“Until tomorrow?” I whisper.

“It’ll be rough, too just how you like it.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely, so don’t beg me to slow down or stop.”

“I won’t tonight.”

“Mmm. Does that mean I get to do whatever I like?”

I nod once, biting my lower lip.

The door opens and I pull back against the pillow, but Kyle doesn’t release me.

“Let me go,” I murmur as the doctor approaches us.

Kyle tightens his hold around my throat for a second before he does as he’s told. My face must be all red as the doctor stands beside us. He appears to be in his fifties with some white strands in his ginger hair.

If he noticed the scene, he doesn’t comment on it, just busies himself with the papers in his hand. “The tests came back normal. There were traces of propofol in your system, but thankfully, it’s not a dangerous amount that could harm the baby.” His gaze slides to Kyle. “There are a few bruises on your stomach that aren’t critical either, but if you’d like to talk to someone, please let me know.”

My mouth hangs open as one word he said stays in my mind. “Wait—go back. Did you just mention a baby?”

The doctor’s gaze doesn’t change as he flips between the papers. “Yes. You’re pregnant.”

22

Rai

Pregnant.

I think the doctor just said I’m pregnant.

“I can’t be pregnant,” I blurt. “I’m on the pill.”

The doctor double-checks the papers in his hand. “You are, miss.”

“There must be a mistake.”

“No. Your blood tests came back with a considerable amount of hCG, which is the pregnancy hormone.”

I stare at his face, my mouth falling open. “Then…then…how can I get pregnant if I’m on the pill?”

“If you missed a day or so, it could happen.”