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1 Caroline

Caroline gasped, a crease running along her brow as her mouth hung open. “There!” she cried, toes curling uncontrollably. A noise somewhere between a cry of pain and a shout of bliss left her.

David paused to tip up the bottle of oil, a pale yellow glob slowly dropping onto his palm. “Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” He rubbed his hands together. “You seem to be more in pain than anything.”

She wiggled her foot, seeking the strength of his hands. “I’m nine months pregnant, David. Everything hurts.” Not to mention the fact that she’d outgrown most of her pyjamas, leaving her wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown. Madame Sylvestre had offered to tailor some new nighties for her, but Caroline had declined. She was due any day now; by the time the nighties were finished, the baby would probably already be here anyway.

Fresh from the shower, Caroline lay her arm over her enormous bump, reclining beneath the canopy of their bed and listening to the crashing of the waves outside. “But this hurts in a good way.” She wriggled her toes.” More please.”

With a long-suffering sigh, he resumed. His thumbs dug into the sole of her foot, disturbing muscles that had been achingly tight and growing tighter with every passing day.

“Oh god, you have no idea how good that is.” Her face screwed up as he travelled up her Achille’s heel. The muscle had been the bane of her existence over the last nine months—well, that and trying to settle on a name for their child.

They had mountains of names for a boy. Marcus. Hugh. Jack. Adrian.

But good gracious, if they had a girl they were in trouble.

Caroline liked Imogen and Madeleine, whereas David liked Seren and Olive. Caroline liked Alicia. David liked Cerys. And on and on and on, until they’d gone through every name in both the English and Welsh languages.

She released a long exhale, flicking her eyes open again. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow morning?”

David switched to her other leg. There was a hint of apprehension in his expression, but it vanished almost immediately—and she was glad to see it go. By now, David knew she didn’t expect him to hide his love for Harry. “Yes.” The edge of his lips curled upwards as he began the process all over again. “I’ve missed him something terrible.”

The excitement on his face made her smile. The prison gates would open at nine o’clock sharp, and she knew he’d be counting down the minutes. “After he comes home, I do wonder what you’ll have to read at the breakfast table every morning.” For the last twenty months, she was guaranteed to find David reading a fresh letter from Harry each day.

“It’s strange,” David admitted. “I know him far better now than I did when he went into prison.”

Caroline winced as he ran his hands up her Achille’s heel again. “Oh no, don’t stop. It’s a good pain, I swear.”

His eyebrow quirked. “Doesn’t look like a good pain. Looks like I’m torturing my poor wife.”

“Emmeline said it would help,” she pouted. Her cousin was staying at Castell Du'r Arddu to assist her through the birth and the early days of motherhood. “And you’re not the one torturing me. Pregnancy is. You’re simply relieving my aches.”

A wolfish smirk told her exactly where his thoughts had gone. “I am extremely good at that.”

Caroline bit her lip, closing her eyes as he carried the massage on up her thighs. “I do have so many aches.” She opened her eyes to find he’d moved from sitting near her feet to stretching out beside her.

“Then stay where you are, and let me ease them.”

She sighed with relief. Sex with David was wonderful, but with the baby coming any day now all she really had the energy to do was lie here. Movement was uncomfortable, especially holding herself up in the positions that sex required.

David undid the sash of her silk dressing gown, pulling the lapels open to reveal her naked body. The swell of her belly hid everything beneath it from her gaze, but there was no missing her breasts. They’d doubled in size over the past few months, rendering the majority of her clothes useless.

If she was honest, she wasn’t sure she would go back to wearing nighties after her pregnancy. The easy access of a dressing gown was rather… convenient.

“Please,” she murmured, spreading her legs to give him better access. He didn’t take the opportunity, damn him. His touch still drifted over her body, never lingering in one spot long enough to develop into pleasure. All it gave her was the suggestion of it, sensitising her until she was out of her mind.

A gasp left her when he took her nipple in his mouth, dragging out the teasing nibbles and licks. Pregnancy had made them hypersensitive; a fact that David had frequently used to his advantage, but they had never been more tender than right now.

When he sucked, she almost came off the mattress.

Caroline locked her fingers in his hair, feeling his touch finally drifting south, towards the furnace of desire burning within her. She moaned at that first dizzying caress.

There was a humorous edge to David’s intense brown eyes, but he didn’t remove his mouth from her nipple, timing those deep draws on her breast with rolling strokes on her clitoris.

Her breaths turned into pants, her back arching as he coiled pleasure within her tighter and tighter. “More,” she whimpered. Did she think she was in control of her own body? A keening cry came from within her as she teetered on the edge, one step away from bliss. That so-called control was an illusion

David was in control here, and he played her to perfection.

Caroline screamed as the coil finally snapped, unleashing a wave of ecstasy within her. Her conscience shushed her. She clutched him to her breast, aware that he was the only thing keeping her afloat in a raging torrent of rapture. Brief gasping breaths ripped from her, high and tight and choking.

She never wanted the pleasure to end, but piece by piece awareness returned to her. Exhaustion whispered in her ear, trying to persuade her to heed its call, but she resisted, tugging David’s lips up to hers and reaching below his belt to give him the same pleasure he gave her.

He stilled her hand, shaking his head. “You barely slept last night, Starling.” Pulling the covers up from the bottom of the bed, he tucked them around her before pressing his lips to her forehead. “Rest.”

Her blink was slow. She was tired. Exhausted, in fact. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he murmured.

She felt him wiggling the pillow beneath her bump, presumably checking it hadn’t moved whilst she’d been in the throes of pleasure. Another wedged her in from behind. She was on the edge of sleep when he separated her legs far enough to shove a pillow between them.

Caroline smiled sleepily, drifting off to thoughts of how lucky she was to have him.

And how much she was looking forward to sleeping on her front again.

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