Ryan’s POV
The ride back to the mansion was tense, her body practically vibrating with anxiety beside . I couldn’t stop glancing at her, checking that she was still there, still safe.
When we arrived, I escorted her inside with my hand firmly on the small of her back. Protective. Possessive. Mine.
"I’ve increased security around the entire periter," I inford her as we walked through the foyer. "No one gets in or out without my approval."
Serena nodded, her eyes darting around the familiar space. It had been months since she’d stepped foot in what was once our ho.
"Your old room is still available, but..." I hesitated, then decided to be direct. "I’d prefer you stay in the master suite with . For security reasons."
She raised an eyebrow. "Security reasons?"
"Yes." I maintained a straight face. "Maximum protection."
A hint of a smile touched her lips before quickly disappearing. "Fine. For security."
I tried not to look too pleased as I led her upstairs. The staff had already been instructed to prepare the room and bring up her essentials.
"Hungry?" I asked, watching her sink onto the edge of the bed.
"Not really," she murmured, her hand absently stroking her baby bump. The sight made sothing primal stir inside .
I sat beside her, careful to leave space between us. "You need to eat, Serena. Both of you do."
Her eyes t mine, softer than I’d seen in months. "I know. Maybe sothing light."
"I’ll have the chef prepare whatever you want."
She nodded, looking around the room we once shared. "OK."
Then an uncomfortable silence settled between us.
"I’ll run you a bath," I offered, standing abruptly. "You look tense."
She didn’t object, which I took as a victory. In the bathroom, I filled the large marble tub with hot water, adding the lavender bath salts she’d always loved.
Small gestures. That’s how I would win her back—remind her of all the ways I knew her, all the ways I could care for her.
When I returned, she was standing by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. The dying sunlight caught in her hair, turning it to liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat.
"Bath’s ready," I managed.
She turned, her eyes eting mine across the room. "Thank you."
As she moved past toward the bathroom, I caught her wrist gently. She stopped, her eyes questioning.
"I know you don’t trust anymore," I said quietly. "But I will keep you safe, Serena. Both of you. I swear it on my life."
Sothing flickered in her expression—vulnerability, perhaps. She nodded once, then disappeared into the bathroom.
I ordered dinner while she bathed, instructing the chef to prepare all her favorites. By the ti she erged, wrapped in the silk robe I’d left for her, a spread waited on the small table in the sitting area of our suite.
"You didn’t have to do all this," she said, eyeing the food.
"I wanted to."
She sat across from , her damp hair falling in waves around her shoulders. We ate mostly in silence, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Progress, I thought.
"How are you feeling?" I asked finally. "The pregnancy, I an."
Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach. "Good days and bad. The morning sickness has mostly passed."
I nodded, drinking in every detail she offered. "And the business? Maya taking good care of things?"
"She is." A small smile. "Though she practically forced to leave today. Said I was working too hard."
"She’s right," I said firmly. "You push yourself too much."
Serena rolled her eyes, a familiar gesture that made my heart ache with nostalgia. "Not you too."
"Yes, too." I leaned forward. "Let take care of you, Serena. Just until this threat is dealt with."
She studied for a long mont, then nodded slowly. "Alright. But don’t get any ideas."
I raised my hands in mock surrender. "No ideas. Just security."
After dinner, I cleared the plates while she sat on the edge of the bed, combing through her damp hair. The dosticity of the mont wasn’t lost on —how many nights had we spent just like this before everything fell apart?
I moved behind her and gently took the comb from her hands. She stiffened montarily, then relaxed as I began carefully working through her tangles.
"You don’t have to—"
"I want to," I interrupted softly.
Her shoulders relaxed as I continued combing, my fingers occasionally brushing against her neck. The simple intimacy was intoxicating after months of separation.
"You’ve changed," she observed quietly.
I paused. "Have I?"
"Yes." She didn’t elaborate.
I resud combing, savoring each stroke through her silken hair. When I finished, I couldn’t resist placing my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs gently kneading the tension there.
She exhaled softly, her head tilting forward as I massaged deeper.
"You’re still carrying all your tension here," I murmured, working at a particularly stubborn knot.
"Old habits," she whispered, her voice lower than before.
My hands moved down her back, finding more tight muscles. She didn’t stop , didn’t move away. I took it as permission to continue.
"Lie down," I instructed gently. "I’ll give you a proper massage."
She hesitated only briefly before stretching out on her side. I positioned myself behind her, my hands resuming their work along her spine, her shoulders, down her arms.
"Ryan," she breathed, and the sound of my na on her lips after so long broke sothing inside .
I leaned down, pressing my lips against her exposed shoulder. She tensed, but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I trailed kisses up to her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.
"Serena," I murmured against her skin. "I’ve missed you so fucking much."
She turned then, facing , her eyes dark with sothing I hadn’t seen in months. "This doesn’t change anything," she warned, even as her hands reached for .
"I know," I lied, before capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss ignited imdiately, months of separation and tension exploding between us. Her hands clutched at my shirt, pulling closer as I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth.
"God, I’ve missed your taste," I growled, my hand sliding down to cup her breast through the thin robe.
She gasped, arching into my touch. "Ryan..."
I untied her robe, revealing her naked body beneath. My eyes devoured every inch of her, lingering on the slight swell of her stomach. "You’re so fucking beautiful," I whispered reverently. "Even more beautiful now."
She flushed, suddenly self-conscious. I wouldn’t allow it. Lowering my head, I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. She cried out, more sensitive than before.
"That’s it, baby," I encouraged, moving to the other breast. "Let hear you."
My hand slid lower, between her thighs, finding her already wet for . "Fuck, Serena," I groaned. "Look how soaked you are for daddy."
She whimpered, hips bucking against my hand as I circled her clit with my thumb. "Please," she whispered.
"Please what, princess?" I teased, my fingers sliding inside her. "Tell what you need."
Her eyes t mine, pupils blown wide with desire. "You," she admitted. "I need you."
I nearly ca in my pants at her words. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes, my cock springing free, hard and aching for her.
"How do you want ?" I asked, hovering over her.
In answer, she pulled down, guiding to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, savoring each inch as her tight heat enveloped .
"Christ," I hissed, fully seated inside her. "You’re squeezing so tight, baby. So perfect for ."
She wrapped her legs around my waist, urging deeper. I began to move, each thrust controlled, mindful of her condition despite my desperate need.
"Harder," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Don’t want to hurt you," I gritted out, struggling to maintain control.
"You won’t." Her eyes locked with mine. "I need it. Need you."
Sothing primal roared to life inside . I grasped her hips, angling them upward as I drove into her with renewed force.
"Is this what you need?" I growled, watching her face contort with pleasure. "My cock stretching that tight little pussy?"
"Yes!" she cried, her walls clenching around .
"Missed this, didn’t you?" I taunted, grinding against her clit with each thrust. "Missed being filled by your daddy’s cock."
Her eyes rolled back as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there," she gasped. "Don’t stop."
I maintained the angle, pounding into her relentlessly. "Look at you, taking so well. Such a good girl for daddy."
Her walls began to flutter around as she approached her peak. I slid a hand between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles. "Co on my cock, princess. Let feel it."
She shattered, her back arching off the bed as she cried out my na. The sight of her coming undone—coupled with the vice-like grip of her cunt around —pushed over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her, groaning as I filled her with hot spurts of cum.
We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty. I rolled to my side, careful not to crush her, and pulled her against my chest.
"Stay," I murmured into her hair, knowing I ant more than just tonight.
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away either. For now, it was enough.
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