Page 98 of Vicious Betrayal

She stares at me, her blue eyes searching mine, and then she nods. "I do. I might not have wanted it before, but I want it with you. I want you, Cormac. I want our baby. I want a future with you."

The relief that crashes over me is so intense it's almost painful. I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly, and I feel her arms wrap around me, her face pressed against my chest. "You gave me a second chance," I murmur into her hair. "I thought I'd lost the possibility of a family, of a future—anything beyond the organization. But you gave me all of that. You gave me hope."

"And Rian gave us a chance," she whispers. "He gave us the chance to make this real. To make it last."

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. Rian's sacrifice is a weight I'll carry for the rest of my life, but I refuse to let it be meaningless. I refuse to waste the chance he gave us. "I love you, Oksana," I say, pulling back to look at her. "I love you with everything I have. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

She smiles through her tears, her hands coming up to cup my face. "I love you too, Cormac. I love you so much."

I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, pouring everything I feel into that kiss. She melts against me, her fingers tangling in my hair, and for the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe again.

"Take me home," she whispers. "Please. I want to go home with you."

I stand, pulling her to her feet, and I take her hand. "Let's go, a chumann."

—

The drive back to my house is quiet. When we pull into the driveway, Oksana looks up at the brick house, and I see relief in her expression. We're home. This will be our home, at least for now, and we'll make it through this together.

I help her out of the car, and we walk up the front steps together. I unlock the door and push it open, and she steps inside, her eyes sweeping over the familiar space. "I missed this," she says softly. "I missed being here with you."

"I missed you," I say, closing the door behind us. "Every fucking second you were gone, I missed you."

She turns to look at me, and the look on her face makes my breath catch. "Cormac..."

I take her face in my hands. "Tell me what you need, a chumann. Tell me what you want."

"You," she whispers. "I just want you."

I kiss her, and she responds with a desperate, hungry need that matches my own. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer, and she gasps against my mouth. "Upstairs," I murmur, and she nods.

I take her hand and lead her up the stairs, down the hallway, and into the bedroom. I turn to her, my hands moving to the hem of her sweater, and I pause. "Are you sure? If you're not ready⁠—"

"I'm sure," she says breathlessly. "I want this. I want you. I want to start over like this, here… the way it should have been all along."

I pull her sweater over her head, and she shivers as the cool air hits her skin. "You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur, my hands sliding up her sides. "I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do," she says, her hands moving to my shirt. "You deserve to be happy, Cormac. We both do."

She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor. Her hands move to my belt, and I help her, kicking off my boots and jeans until I'm standing in front of her in just my boxers. I guide her back toward the bed, and she sits on the edge, looking up at me with wide, trusting eyes. I kneel in front of her, my hands moving to the waistband of her leggings, and I pull them down slowly, along with her underwear.

She's bare in front of me now, and I can see the slight swell of her stomach. I press a kiss to her belly, and she gasps, her hands moving to my hair. "Cormac..."

"I'm going to take care of you," I murmur against her skin. "I'm going to take care of both of you. I promise."

I kiss my way up her body, over her ribs, between her breasts, along her collarbone, until I reach her mouth. She kisses me back, her hands pulling me closer, and I ease her back onto the bed.

I settle between her thighs, careful not to put too much weight on her, and I look down at her. "Tell me if anything hurts. Tell me if you need me to stop."

"I will," she whispers. "But I don't want you to stop."

She's already wet for me, and for once, I can't wait long enough to draw this out. I push my boxers down and let my aching cock free, and guide myself to her entrance, pushing inside of her slowly. She's tight and warm and perfect, and the feeling of being inside her again after everything we've been through is overwhelming.

"Fuck," I breathe, my forehead resting against hers. "You feel so good, a chumann."

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I groan. I start to move, slow and steady, determined to make this last as long as I can, even if the tight, hot clench of her is already pushing me to the edge.

"I love you," she whispers, her hands moving to my face. "I love you so much, Cormac."