Destined

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elena

I knocked on the door to his study and waited patiently.

"Come in."

I opened his study and walked in shyly with my hands behind my back. He looked up from the papers before him, set his cigar down on the ashtray, and then ushered me over. Exhaling the smoke, he opened his arms to the side, and I smiled as I almost ran to him. I sat on his lap and kept my arms around his neck, and snuggled closer to him.

"You okay, baby?"

"I'm okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something, that is, if you're not too busy." I pulled away, but my arms were on his neck as I played with his hair.

"I'm never too busy for you. What is it, Elena?"

"I'm supposed to get my period in a few days." I started slowly. "If I'm not pregnant, I want to check one thing off my list of stuff I won't be able to do when I'm pregnant. You told me I could go drinking and dancing if you were with me, and after everything that's happened, I really want that. To let loose, get drunk, and dance with you."

"And if you are...pregnant?" He asked, taking a weighty pause between the words.

"Then we're pregnant again." I moved my hands toward his face and leaned down to press my forehead against his. "And I want to experience it all with you. I want you by my side. I want us to be together. I want to savor every day of my pregnancy with my husband." I whispered. "It's scary, and I won't lie to you. I'm fucking terrified, but it seems less scary when you're by my side."

He let out a shaky breath, and I felt his hands go over mine, his fingers lazily interlacing with mine. His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, and they were serious, beautiful, and obnoxiously enthralling.

"You have me. You will always have me. I'll be by your side through it all, mo ghrá amháin. The good, bad, ugly, the tears and pain, all of it. Baby, not even God can take me away from you. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." I breathed out. "I love you so much. I never in my life thought I could love someone like this."

"Fuck." He swore. "I love hearing you tell me you love me."

"I love you," I repeated.

"I love you so much more."

"Daddy," I whispered and brushed my lips against his.

He let out a low groan, and I felt him shake beneath me.

"Will you fuck me right now? With me in your arms and close to you like this?"

"You wanna ride Daddy, baby?"

"Always." I whimpered. I adjusted my position over his lap and moved my lips to his ear. "I'm already wet thinking about it."

He hummed, and I felt his hand at the band of my pajama pants. His hand slipped inside, and he chuckled lowly when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties.

"Did you come here wanting to get fucked, baby?"

"Yes."

He tsked as his fingers ran over my slit and between my damp lips. "You're such a dirty girl."

He eased two thick fingers inside me, and I felt his other hand on my hip. He aided me in riding his fingers, and I gasped as I felt them move inside me.

"No teasing, Oisín. I've needed you all day. Just get inside me." I begged.

"Hmm. I'm curious if you're always this horny and needy before your period."