Genesis sat on Kieran’s lap at the edge of the bed, thighs straddling his hips, she looked up at him through wet lashes, tears still clinging to her cheeks from the courtroom breakdown earlier.

“Make love to me, Kieran,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Please.”

His hands flexed on her hips hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t careful.

“Baby… are you sure? The…the baby…”

She cut him off with a soft, desperate shake of her head.

“I’m sure. Please. I need you. I need you inside me.” Fresh tears slipped free down her cheeks. “I need to feel you. Just you. After everything… I need this.”

Kieran bit down hard...