Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 104

Bella's P.O.V.

Holy shit was that intense. When Lucien removed my panties and sucked my arousal out of them, I almost climaxed right there. I didn't want to break the spell we were under when he asked if I was comfortable, but somehow he knew and gave me a pillow he made out of his clothing. Much better. His unexpected penetration almost sent me over the edge and then his movements...the way he gently and reverently kissed my face...this man is meant just for me. When he put my leg over his shoulder, I felt him scrape against that perfect spot, and he must have felt it too because he kept doing it, making me climb the rapturous mountain and fall off the other side. He hasn't stopped moving, takes my other leg and puts it over his shoulder, then he places his hands above my shoulders. I soon realize it's so I don't get fucked off the blanket and then he asks me to touch myself. Oh yeah. When I pinch my nipple, I can feel that string of electricity that connects my womb and breasts, but it's not enough, I want more. I put my hand around the shaft of his cock as it plows into me, giving him some extra friction as I manipulate my clit. Oh God, that's it, just what I needed. "AHHH LUCIEN, YESSS!! YESSS!!" I scream, as he grunts his euphoria when his climax hits him at the same time.

As our breath returns to us, Lucien pulls out of me and looks down. "Oh shit," he says quietly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up a little. I realize right away what's wrong. In my exuberance of gripping him while he was thrusting into me, I must have torn the side of the condom. His cock, still semi-erect, is half in and half out of the latex, and very little semen has been collected by the material. He just ejaculated inside me. "Umm...okay...what do we do?" I ask.

He looks at me from under his brows. "Umm...I don't know...where are you in your cycle?"

I think for a moment and then grimace. "Right where I'd need to be if we were trying to start a family," I tell him, beginning to panic. What did we just do? We tried to be responsible and take preventative measures. My lousy luck strikes again! Lucien doesn't want a baby, scratch that, I don't want a baby right now. "Oh no! No, no, no, no," I moan, holding my head in my hands.

I feel his strong fingers remove my hands from my head so he can look into my eyes. "There's no guarantee you'll get pregnant from this, okay?"

I start shaking my head. "You don't understand how my luck works. If something bad could happen my karma makes sure it does happen. I may as well tell you right now, I'm pregnant."

He smiles, thinking I'm being ridiculous. "Come on Bella, stop exaggerating."

"I'm not exaggerating," I tell him solemnly. "Today is June 14th, so that means on March 14th, I will be giving birth to your baby, assuming angel babies have the same gestational period as humans." I'm seriously fucked. What am I going to do? I want to go to college and become a Pharmacist, not be a Mom at the age of nineteen!

"Calm down, we will figure this out. Isn't there a morning after pill you can take?"

"Don't ask me to do that, Lucien, okay? I cannot kill a fly, let alone my own baby," I tell him, my eyes stinging from the tears building up behind them.

"Okay," he says grabbing my underwear and helping me into them. He puts my pants back on, then my shirt, and finally slips his hoodie over my head to keep me warm, all the while looking into my eyes. What's he looking for? I assume he found it because he starts talking to me in low tones, as if I'm a horse ready to spook at the slightest provocation. Maybe I am.

"I love you Bella. I want to have a family with you, an eternity with you, and all the issues that come with it." He pauses while he finds my shoes and socks. "If you're pregnant," he continues, slipping my feet into my socks, "I will be ecstatic. I have the means to support us, you will never want for anything. If you're not pregnant, then I look forward to the day you allow me to try to get you pregnant." He gets my shoes on and ties them up, then searches for his own clothes and puts them on. "I admit, it's a little soon to be talking about having a family, but either way, I'll be happy."

My heart melts a little at his admission, but I know I'm not ready to be a mother. "I want to go to school and become a Pharmacist, I want to work in the field for a while before I start thinking about children."

"You can still go to school," he tells me gently, pushing my hair behind my ear. "I can take care of our children while you study. My parents will be around to help, your Dad will too. Being pregnant doesn't have to change your plans."

My pulse skips a few beats when he says 'children'. He's thought about this, hasn't he? I know he didn't plan for this, but it seems to be aligning up with what he wants. I have to admit, his little admission has its appeal. Then something he said hits my conscious mind and I ask, "What do you mean you have the means to support us?"

He looks a little sheepish when he says, "I uhh...I am a...uhh...a billionaire...my Dad is probably the wealthiest man on Earth."

My eyes widen and I look at him, stupefied. "How in the actual fuck are you guys so rich?"

"Well, umm, we've been alive a long time. Dad has been given a lot of priceless artifacts by Pharaohs, Kings, Queens, and other historical figures like Michelangelo and Shakespeare. Later, we made the right investments in oil, rail roads, newspapers and then in companies like Apple, Google, and Amazon. We have homes all over the world so believe me when I tell you, I can support you and any children we might have together."

This is not news I can handle at the moment. I push my hands against my head and scream, "FUUCCKKKKK!"