He kissed his way back up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. “On your side. It’ll be more comfortable.”

Liora rolled onto her left side. Dashiell spooned behind her, one hand on her belly, the other guiding himself inside.

The stretch was exquisite. Familiar and new all at once.

“Okay?” he breathed in her ear.

“Yes. Move. Please move.”

He did. Slowly at first, mindful of her pregnant state. Each thrust deliberate, controlled.

It was nothing like their previous encounters. No dominance. No master and puppy. Just two people who loved each other, finally reconnecting.

“I missed this,” Dashiell groaned. “Missed you. Missed being inside you.”

“I missed you...