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When she reached the edge, she pushed up on her knees and ran her hands up her thighs and hips. She ran her knuckles over her ribs and stopped to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples through the lace.
She threw her head back and rolled it, so her hair whipped around her shoulders. Drake mouthed good girl, and warmth bloomed in her chest. His was the only approval she needed.
She reached to stroke his cheek, and that was when Drake grabbed her, much to the audience’s disappointment. Boos and catcalls followed them as he carried her down the hall to his private room.
“I couldn’t stand others watching my sexy wife on the stage. I want a private dance.”
“I’m not—”
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Chapter Forty-One
She was about to say not his wife. He would’ve punished her for it, except for the very obvious change in her physique. Of course, he knew she was pregnant. Noah had told him after she moved out of their apartment. And she messaged him updates after her checkups to keep him updated on the progress of her pregnancy. But this was the first time they’d seen each other in six months. Six long months that stretched for centuries.
Drake was a shell of a man every fucking minute she was gone, and damn, did he miss her. He’d missed out on six months of her pregnancy that they would never get back.
Drake promised to wait for her until she was ready. But now that they were face-to-face for the first time again, that shit stopped immediately. She no longer had a choice. He wasn’t going to cage her but cherish her.
Alessandra became tearful.
“Those better be happy tears, bella.”
She nodded and fanned her face with her hands. “I’m happy it was you.”
Drake grabbed her wrists and leaned in to claim her with a kiss. Their lips met, becoming reacquainted after months apart. Though at the same time, they’d never forgotten how it felt to move against each other.
Drake couldn’t hide his obvious arousal. Alessandra brushed her hand against the bulge in his pants, and he groaned at the contact. “I swear there’s been no one else, Alessandra. There will never be anyone else.”
She peppered kisses across his neck. “I missed you.”
“I love you, Alessandra. I’m so sorry about everything. I’ve been miserable without you. Please come back to me.”
“I love you too, Drake! I never stopped being yours.”
Their lips met again, hungry and passionate. Their tongues traded caresses that had them making pleasurable sounds. All their hurt, longing, trust, and love poured into it with the promise that it would be different this time. It was a new beginning.
“I was devastated when you left your collar and wedding ring at the apartment. It wasn’t my idea to bring you to the chapel. But when I saw your true anguish, I had to let you go. When I discovered you were pregnant and didn’t come home, I thought we were over for good,” he said when they broke apart.
His chocolate eyes darkened with hurt. Alessandra smoothed his furrowed brow with her hand.
“I’m sorry, Drake. I’m so sorry for hurting you.”
He helped her sit on the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. It had taken him so long to find the right path with Alessandra. She was pregnant with his child. He wouldn’t lose them again.
Drake gingerly kissed her exposed belly before rising and capturing her lips again.
“Wait here,” he whispered against her lips.
Drake crossed to the wardrobe and pulled out a large white box with a pink ribbon. Alessandra’s eyes grew wide as she tore off the ribbon and removed the lid. The multi-colored confetti tissue paper crinkled as she pulled it out. She raised a hand to her heart and gasped at a pink teddy bear.
She pulled it out and hugged it to her chest. “Oh, Drake.”
“Even if you decide you don’t want me in your life, I hope you’ll let me be there for our daughter. Our fathers were fucked up and did horrible things.” He took her hand and interlaced their fingers. “Together, we can break that cycle. Bitsy and Dick aren’t perfect, but they’re waiting to love their grandchild and you.”
Alessandra wiped tears from her eyes but didn’t say anything. She closed her eyes and rested her chin on the head of the teddy bear. Drake’s imagination swapped the teddy bear for a tiny baby. He had wanted her pregnant, but somehow had never had a clear vision of the family he saw before him now.
“I think we have what it takes to make a great family.” He paused to let her absorb and process what he said. Drake knew when to push and when to let her process.
