His Queen To Claim (Book Two)✔️

27. Chapter Twenty-Seven.

I sat in the living room, the twins nestled by my side, the absence of Dimitri felt like an eternity, amplifying the weight of my emotions. Each passing second without him created a void, an ache that resonated deep within me.

My restless heart longed for his warm presence, replaying our last moments together in my mind, desperate to conjure his essence. The surge of hormones added another layer of complexity, heightening my longing and leaving me vulnerable.

Waves of melancholy and impatience washed over me, amplifying the intensity of my emotions.

My mind wandered back to the scorching intensity of our recent encounter, reliving the raw passion that consumed us both.

All I could do was replay the tantalizing moments when his fingertips traced my skin, eliciting quivers of anticipation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being. The mere thought of his teasing tongue exploring every inch of my body ignited an insatiable craving within me, as if every nerve ending had awakened in sweet surrender to his touch.

Our bodies melted into each other, seamlessly merging in a symphony of desire, where every breath and every sigh harmonized into a sensual crescendo that echoed through the room.

Lost in the intoxicating swirl of sensations, my mind became a playground of vivid imagery, as our passionate connection intensified with each stolen moment.

But just as I was about to delve deeper into those seductive memories, Nico's voice abruptly intruded upon my sweet and sultry reverie, pulling me back to the present and leaving me longing for the electrifying continuation of our hot affair.

Nico's voice brimmed with genuine concern as he made his suggestion, "Here, why don't you have some delicious fruits?" The genuine worry in his tone enveloped me, tugging at my heartstrings and making me feel comforted in his presence.

I mustered the energy to respond, my lack of appetite evident in the tired, weary tone that escaped my lips. "I'm not hungry," I stated, my words held with a hint of resignation.

However, Rico's eyes locked onto mine with an intense glare, his words laced with a mixture of frustration and fear. "You haven't eaten anything in the past five hours even when Dimitri was here! You're putting the baby at risk, and if anything goes wrong, we'll be the ones facing the dire consequences for your carelessness." It was then that I felt guilt and worry.

Reluctantly, I felt the resistance within me crumble under the weight of their valid arguments. The magnitude of their concern was undeniable, and it seeped into my consciousness, overpowering my stubbornness.

With a heavy sigh of surrender, I finally relented, knowing that I had to prioritize the well-being of the life growing within me. "Okay, fine," I accepted, my voice a mere whisper.

I reached out and picked up a succulent piece of strawberry, my fingers trembling with apprehension.

As I slowly brought the vibrant fruit to my mouth, I couldn't help but notice the shift in their expressions. Their eyes lit up with a mixture of relief, their facial features softening as hope blossomed within them.

It was as if the act of me nourishing myself symbolized not just sustenance for my own body but also the fact that Dimitri wouldn't hurt them.

However, before I could even savor the taste, an overwhelming wave of nausea surged through my body, instantly causing their eyes to widen in alarm.

Reacting swiftly, both men sprang into action as I hurriedly rushed to find solace in the nearby bathroom, desperate to expel the unwanted contents from my mouth. Their sighs of disappointment echoed through the air, a clear indication of their concern and disappointment.