Only minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door, making her gasp.
“Draven?”
“It’s me, baby. Open up.”
She removed the barricades she’d put in place and unlocked the door. Draven stood there, the same large imposing man she’d fallen in love with. It felt like a lifetime ago since she first arrived at his kingdom.
“Do you believe them?” she asked.
He still hadn’t moved. “What else do we have but hope? They’re gone now. If everything he said is true, that means our threat level will drop and keep dropping. Clara will be safe.”
“But we don’t let down our guard,” she said.
Draven smirked. “No, little one, we always have to be ready.” He strode in, step by step, pushing the door shut as he entered.
He looked hungry.
She backed up, intimidated by his sexual energy, but not afraid. He looked worn and tired, a man pushed to the limits of stress. And he wanted her.
Just knowing what he was thinking made her pussy pulse.
“Ever since Clara was born, you’ve been hiding yourself from me. Why?”
She kept moving back, reaching behind her for something to anchor her. “A baby changes a woman’s body. You might not like what you see.”
Even before having her first child, she’d been a big, curvy girl. Everything was only exaggerated since giving birth. She couldn’t bear the thought of Draven becoming unattracted to her, especially when he continued to turn her on effortlessly.
Draven scowled. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Ash. Your big tits, heavy and full of milk. Your nipples swollen and pink. I want to get my hands on every soft curve. You’re all woman, and there’s not a minute of the day I’m not fantasizing of getting you naked.”
“You’re not just saying that, are you?”
He growled. “I’ve been patient, but it’s been over three months. I think you’ve had more than enough time to heal up from having Clara, no?”
She paused, then gave the slightest nod. Her body had healed over a month ago. It had been her insecurities keeping her from giving in to their mutual desire.
“Let me see you.”
“Please, Draven, no.”
“You weren’t so shy before. That shouldn’t change now. I’m going to prove just how fucking desperate I am for you, baby.” He ran his hand through her hair, and she closed her eyes, savoring the simple intimacy. She needed so much more.
Ashley pulled off her shirt, setting it on the low dresser she’d been leaning against. “There, does that make you happy?” She’d been braless under her shirt. Her tits were huge and cumbersome since her milk came in, and she couldn’t imagine any man finding them attractive. “They’re not cute and perky. Not that they ever were.”
“You’re trying my patience again, Ashley. Don’t put yourself down. You’re my queen, my everything, and I won’t have it. Understand?”
She shrugged.
“They say every man has a fetish, whether he admits it or realizes it himself. Me, I love big, soft tits I can drown in and hips I grab and hang on to while I fuck you. When you walk, that little bounce makes my dick hard every time.”
He squeezed her breasts together, and she saw his jaw tighten. A drop of milk slipped out, and she cringed. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? Being the mother to our child?” He licked his lips. “I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. You’re so fucking sexy, I still can’t believe you’re all mine.”
He began to push down her skirt, and she didn’t stop him as it slipped over her hips and pooled at her feet. Draven bent down and shimmied her panties down, smoothing his hands back up her thighs once she was completely nude.
“Draven…”
“What is it, baby? Want to refuse me again? The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is you begging me to fuck you.” He cupped her face in both hands, looking at her with such intensity her breath caught. “You say you’re insecure? How do you think I feel when the woman I love avoids making love to me like I’m her enemy?”