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Shit.

This is temporary, I remind myself, but even I’m not convincing that liar. I want to keep doing this with her. I want to keep playing these games and playing with control. I want to keep this good thing we have—with this perfect person who just so happens to be creating my children and driving me wild with desire at the same time.

“Yes. Harder,” she begs, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and squeezing.

A delightful rumble rises from the depths of my chest. “Whatever my little human needs, she gets.” Her eyes slam shut as I slam into her with as much force as I can, her head falling forward against my chest. “Do you want to keep me, human?” I ask, not entirely sure if that’s me or the kraken speaking. “I may have tried to steal you, but you have stolen me…body and soul.”

“Oh—fuck,” she cries out, her pussy clenching at me like a vise. “Yes, I’ll keep you!”

I don’t have time to unpack that and decipher our words and if they hold more meaning than they should, because all I can see is the try line and getting us both there. It doesn’t take much longer for me to follow her. In fact, her climax is still holding on to dear life as liquid sensation coils in the base of my spine and she milks my cock—tentacle—for all it has.

“Unghhh,” I grunt out, my entire body taught. “Good…little…human,” I manage to say through otherworldly pleasure.

Letting go of her leg, I allow her foot to return to the shower floor, but then wrap her in my arms and stroke her back. Her head willingly presses into my chest and her soft arms wind around my middle. “That was incredible, Ang. How do you feel?” I murmur into her wet hair as the shower runs over our shoulders.

“Fucking perfect,” she says with a squished cheek to my pec.

“Was I a good kraken for you?”

“The best,” she sighs.

“Good,” I smile. “Maybe next time we can involve our toy collections for a real multi-tentacle experience.”

The snort she lets out makes me instantly giggle along with her. “It’s a date,” she says.

I let her rest against me for a long while, holding her close enough to feel her heart beating and her rhythmic breathing. I wonder if I stay here long enough if I can feel our babies kick against my own stomach.

“Can I wash you too?” I whisper into her brunette crown. With a hum and a nod, she allows me to lather the shampoo and slowly massage it through her shoulder length hair. “So, what have we learned today?” I drawl.

“That your role play game is fire.”

“No,” I chuckle. “How about: you will tell me when you need me. Every time.”

She snorts again. “Okay. But I’m warning you, Raf—I wake up horny and borderline angry that there isn’t a cock already inside me.”

“Well, there’s a very simple solution to that, Angel,” I smirk, tilting her head to rinse in the spray. “I’ll sleep in your bed.”

1. I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

2. Super Freak by Rick James

Chapter 18

August 24th

Angie

“What are we getting again?” I ask, taking his hand and stepping out of the Range into the parking lot of Wegmans.

“We’re grabbing dessert and salad to bring to moms’.” He shakes his head. “Did you really forget?”

Shutting the door, he then locks the car and pockets his keys before I roll my eyes. “I didn’t forget where we were going. I only forgot what we were getting. That’s pretty good for me these days. The pregnancy brain is getting better.”

We make our way from the blistering hot pavement inside the heaven that is Wegmans grocery store. It’s kind of like Whole Foods. There’s a restaurant here with amazing food, a whole beer department where you can sip on a cold one, and then walk through the store to do your shopping.

Like I said, heaven.

And we must be in the clouds because Rafael is looking extra fine tonight. He’s wearing a modern, black Hawaiian shirt with a striking pale pink and blue floral pattern. And those fucking short-shorts again. To top that, he’s wearing leather deck shoes with no socks like a harlot.

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